I miss pausing video games and jamming to the crappy quality music. I am still angry that my father threw out the Super Nintendo games haha. I
knew there would be a way of playing them again eventually, and now there is... but no games to play.
CriminallyVu1gar wrote:
Ugh family suck.
Mom and the older of my younger sisters just got back from their trip to North Carolina. Mom immediately comes downstairs bitching about the cleanliness of the house, badgering me about not doing more.
Though:
The only reason any pans and silverware are washed is because I did them. (We ran out of fucking forks and steak knives).
The only reason there aren't pizza boxes scattered about the counters is because I recycled them.
I'm also the one that ran, emptied, and refilled the dishwasher with the plates that had been piling up.
I've also been the only one feeding the dog and giving her water, and I've taken her out 90% of the time.
If I hadn't gone out and gotten the mail or paper, both boxes would be stuffed by now.
Oh hello my entire life. And being the oldest is like twenty times worse. I have always had to clean up after my brothers if they made a mess. I was always in charge of them and had to keep them out of trouble (however sometimes I'd be screamed at, not using hyperbole lol, for intervening and other times I'd be screamed at for not doing so... I mean, come on). I've been doing my own laundry since I was eight years old, always looked after myself, I started watching my brothers when I was six and the two at the time were four and two (which led to lots of prank calls on my part with no adult supervision
)... etc. Now that the youngest of them is eight I still get the brunt of everything even though none of them has ever once done his own laundry (with the exception of my oldest brother, who
had to do it at college last year, but he doesn't do it when he's home), none of them empties the dishwasher or even throws his own garbage out without being asked, etc. but I was expected to do that plus clean up after them at their ages (well, we didn't have a dishwasher, so I washed them by hand, but it's the same thing).
A few weeks ago when my brother and I were home while the rest of my family was out near Albany waiting for my grandmother to die, I cleaned the house (dishes, floors, surfaces, etc, in the kitchen, living room, bathrooms, hallways, plus I did all the laundry that was backed up, which was about twenty loads). The only thing my brother did was take out the garbage the night it had to be brought out. When my parents got back, I did not see any indication that they even noticed, but the next day I was berated for taking a clean cup out of the dishwasher to get a drink without putting all the dishes away (though I had emptied and filled the dishwasher three times that week, and the only reason it had clean dishes in it was me). I knew that would happen because some things never change, but I thought at least my mother would thank me for doing the laundry because she's not usually like that. Oh well.
That's life with my father, though. lol. This summer he was angry at me for not being able to find another job, calling me lazy for only working 9-12 hours a week, but I can't help it if nobody calls back when I put applications in and that's all the hours my job has for me. But last summer I worked 50-60 hours a week while still doing chores around the house, and he was relentless anyway. If it's not one thing it's another. It doesn't phase me in the moment anymore because it's old hat but when I was a child... ugh. I'm being kind in my description.
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