So mom came home from work just after midnight. Casey and I had just finished watching A Goofy Movie and I was working on taking care of the pets so I could go to bed. Fed the cat. Took care of the dog and got her out of the kitchen when she fell out there and couldn't get up. Then let the dog out and back in before being asked by Casey who was on the couch with mom talking to put the gate up so the dog wouldn't go into her room.
I did that, then quickly did a little vacuuming because I had been petting the dog while watching the movie and she had shed. As soon as that was done I went in to brush my teeth. While brushing them Mom and Casey yelled to me and giggled that the dog was eating something. THey eventually realized it was some old papertowels dad had used to eat chicken wings with earlier today. I asked them to take it from her before it got shredded to make it easier for me.
I got: Ew for an answered. -_- No. They didn't. So a shredded mess I got to deal with. While I was going around trying to pick up all the drool covered pieces, mom let slip the sentance that made me want to blow up and bite her.
"Oh, ZZ. You should pick your dental floss pieces over there."
Really. REALLY!? She thought that instead of throwing away my dental floss in the bathroom garbage I had walked out into the living room and dropped MULTIPLE PIECES THERE?! I quickly corrected her on this issue that: No, shock! I am NOT that disgusting. No, this is in fact, her husband. The same person who leaves dishes all around the couch until I go around and pick them up after the dog has licked him. The guy who leaves used paper towels around until the dog shreds them and I throw them away.
My family is a family of horders. It's a painful thing to admit, but it's true. I've run out of excuses to tell friends why they can never come over to our house. And you know what? I'M THE CLEANEST PERSON IN THIS HOUSE. I've given up doing much. Sweeping the kitchen every so often. Vacuuming when I get dog hair all over the place. And doing the dishes. Otherwise I just do my best to keep mom from putting more shit in my room and trying to keep it tidy as I deal with breaking my own hording problems. Mom and Casey are always leaving the house because they can't deal with it and dad just sits around, watches TV, and makes a horribly disgusting food mess in the vincinity of the couch.
So what was the biggest insult was she thought it was ME. ME the only person who still PRETENDS to take care of this house and clean up after people. I admit, I should do more, but when people just make more messes for you when you clean something and you know no matter what you do, you're never going to have a socail life - it just becomes pointless.
GAH! Me! I'm trying to tell myself she didn't really mean that. HEIRhaiorea She just remembers I had just been brushing my teeth and she wanted me to grab it while I was cleaning up anyway. It's bad for the vacuum after all she was OH SO helpful to add. jhHEIariehagiogreaiorhea Just don't go blaming me for shit that goes on in this house mom. Don't. Just. DON'T. Because yes. I admit. Sometimes I don't put the Gamecube away as neat as it could be, but you know what? Does it REALLY matter when I just set it on a pile of CRAP instead of shoving it past the door the CRAP was covering? DOES IT!? You know what. You clear off a chair so I can sit in it without moving a pile of stuff somewhere else - THEN WE'LL TALK.
I hate this house sometimes.