I'm about to pull a Dawn
If my harpy sister does not lay off me, I'm gonna start shrieking.
It's the Monday "OMFG, IT'S SO MESSY, WE MUST CLEAN EVERYTHING I TRASHED AND THREW ALL OVER THE PLACE THIS WEEKEND AND YOU WILL DO IT WHILE I WHINE AND MOAN AND DO NOTHING PRODUCTIVE" fest.
To stop the INSANE JIBBERING THAT'S MAKING ME FOAM AT THE MOUTH, I'm going to do something, I guess. The mysterious concept of cleaning up after one's self is lost on her. Also, the fact that I am not a maid is lost on her. If she thinks I'm mopping, she can think again. I hate that chore and no amount of manipulation will compel me.
It doesn't matter that I cleaned the bathroom(she will not do this), took out the trash, did all the laundry(including hers-I even put it away), bought all the groceries(including hers, which I put away), loaded the dishwasher(she uses 54 drinking glasses per day), scooped the litter box and picked up most of the crap she left laying around already. She was at work and did not actually see me do these things, therefore I am worthless and lazy.
She's actually bitching about "clutter". Like, nicknacks on tables. I finally pointed out they were her damn nicknacks and I could give a shit about any of them and would happily throw all of them in the trash. She let that one go.
At this point, its do it or black her eyes, tie her to a chair and duct tape her mouth. I think taking one for the team on this is the better option for everyone.
It's the Monday "OMFG, IT'S SO MESSY, WE MUST CLEAN EVERYTHING I TRASHED AND THREW ALL OVER THE PLACE THIS WEEKEND AND YOU WILL DO IT WHILE I WHINE AND MOAN AND DO NOTHING PRODUCTIVE" fest.
To stop the INSANE JIBBERING THAT'S MAKING ME FOAM AT THE MOUTH, I'm going to do something, I guess. The mysterious concept of cleaning up after one's self is lost on her. Also, the fact that I am not a maid is lost on her. If she thinks I'm mopping, she can think again. I hate that chore and no amount of manipulation will compel me.
It doesn't matter that I cleaned the bathroom(she will not do this), took out the trash, did all the laundry(including hers-I even put it away), bought all the groceries(including hers, which I put away), loaded the dishwasher(she uses 54 drinking glasses per day), scooped the litter box and picked up most of the crap she left laying around already. She was at work and did not actually see me do these things, therefore I am worthless and lazy.
She's actually bitching about "clutter". Like, nicknacks on tables. I finally pointed out they were her damn nicknacks and I could give a shit about any of them and would happily throw all of them in the trash. She let that one go.
At this point, its do it or black her eyes, tie her to a chair and duct tape her mouth. I think taking one for the team on this is the better option for everyone.