ungrateful
christ almighty. as soon as my mum got here yesterday she started doing my fucking laundry. this morning she couldn't stand it that there were a few sheets and blankets left to be washed and she started yet another load, despite me asking her NOT to -- i have my own method for sheets and blankets washing that i follow every week so i'm prepared for MY MASSAGE BUSINESS. now there are sheets and blankets all mixed together in the wash water, which means everything will come out of the dryer in ONE GIANT BALL as all that stuff gets tangled inside the fitted sheets. what the fuck? why can't she just let stuff pile up? it's not like the rest of the house is a mess and she can't just sit down and RELAX.
god i hate feeling ungrateful, but, fuck, her OCD neatness drives me up the fucking wall!!!
thank goodness they all leave tomorrow for texas....
god i hate feeling ungrateful, but, fuck, her OCD neatness drives me up the fucking wall!!!
thank goodness they all leave tomorrow for texas....