mouse_chalk
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I was up late last night (uploading pics and talking on MSN lol) but I'm really not used to late nights since I got Glandular Fever and get tired really easily (you all warned me!), so this morning I felt like rubbish, and the room was spinning at high speed, so I slept in for a bit. It was about 11.30am and I had showered, dressed and was just drying my hair, ready to go downstairs to clear up and stuff, when there was a knock at the door. My mum and my younger brother had randomly come round to see me...
Well, immediately they went into the kitchen, and of course I hadn't done the dishes from last night yet, so they were all over the counter. Also, Steve had made the bunny breakfasts in his usual messy way and dropped bits of herb and carrot top all over the floor :X It did look a mess. But, really, was there any need for them to start going on and on about 'oh blimey Jen! What a mess in here!' and 'I see you've been doing lots of housework! Forgotten how to do the washing up?' etc etc..... My mum said to my brother at one point 'see, you worry about your kitchen being just a little bit untidy, I told you that you should see Jenny's!' :grumpy::grumpy::grumpy::grumpy:
I mean, excuuuuuuse me, but (sorry have to go to caps here!) YOU TURN UP AT MY HOUSE UNNANOUNCED WHEN I HAVE ONLY JUST GOT UP BECAUSE I AM ILL AND THEN YOU PROCEED TO INVITE YOURSELF IN FOR A CUP OF TEA AND THEN YOU WANT TO CRITICISE MY HOUSE AND MY KITCHEN?! WELL SORRYYYYYYYY IF I WASN'T PREPARED FOR GUESTS AND DIDN'T HAVE THE SILVER TEA SERVICE POLISHED READY FOR YOU!!
So, I made them a cup of tea, and did the washing up, while they stood there, commenting on it. I dried all the dishes and put them away, and wiped the side. My mum said 'hmm, it's looking a little better in here'. :shock: I swept the floor, put everything back in it's rightful place. My brother 'yeah, it's a bit dirty still'. :grumpy: I started sorting out the washing- dry washing folded up, wet in the dryer, t-shirts on the rack, etc etc. 'Oh, you've not been doing your laundry so well either Jenny!' :banghead:banghead By now, I was talking through gritted teeth, slamming things around and trying to stop myself from turfing them out of my house!
Now, I should be a bit more understanding here, as my brother has Asperger's Syndrome, with a touch of Autism, and he has recently moved into his own flat and is really paranoid about keeping things clean and keeping on top of his housework. So I can take the comments from him, it's just how he is, and he doesn't mean to be rude. BUT, my mum knows better!
So, my brother went outside to smoke I think, and my mum explained that he had been worried that his kitchen was a mess, and mum had reassured him that 'if he wanted to see mess, he should see your kitchen'. Um, EXCUSE ME? What am I, some sort of museum?!! So I told her 'well, I'm really glad it's made him feel better, but now you've made me feel like crap. So thanks for that!' (I actually used stronger words, but I can't put them here lol...) And my mum said 'well, how have I?' 'UM, by coming round here and criticising me for not doing my dishes etc, when you turned up unnanounced just as I happened to be about to start them!' And I went on some rant about how it was my house, I run it my way, and had been doing my best to cope since I've been ill etc, and then she totally changed her tune! And started saying 'well, it doesn't matter does it? I mean, who cares about some dirty dishes anyway? It's your house!' :shock::shock::shock:
I'm still mad about it now... Steve's scared to talk to me......
aaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!
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I was up late last night (uploading pics and talking on MSN lol) but I'm really not used to late nights since I got Glandular Fever and get tired really easily (you all warned me!), so this morning I felt like rubbish, and the room was spinning at high speed, so I slept in for a bit. It was about 11.30am and I had showered, dressed and was just drying my hair, ready to go downstairs to clear up and stuff, when there was a knock at the door. My mum and my younger brother had randomly come round to see me...
Well, immediately they went into the kitchen, and of course I hadn't done the dishes from last night yet, so they were all over the counter. Also, Steve had made the bunny breakfasts in his usual messy way and dropped bits of herb and carrot top all over the floor :X It did look a mess. But, really, was there any need for them to start going on and on about 'oh blimey Jen! What a mess in here!' and 'I see you've been doing lots of housework! Forgotten how to do the washing up?' etc etc..... My mum said to my brother at one point 'see, you worry about your kitchen being just a little bit untidy, I told you that you should see Jenny's!' :grumpy::grumpy::grumpy::grumpy:
I mean, excuuuuuuse me, but (sorry have to go to caps here!) YOU TURN UP AT MY HOUSE UNNANOUNCED WHEN I HAVE ONLY JUST GOT UP BECAUSE I AM ILL AND THEN YOU PROCEED TO INVITE YOURSELF IN FOR A CUP OF TEA AND THEN YOU WANT TO CRITICISE MY HOUSE AND MY KITCHEN?! WELL SORRYYYYYYYY IF I WASN'T PREPARED FOR GUESTS AND DIDN'T HAVE THE SILVER TEA SERVICE POLISHED READY FOR YOU!!
So, I made them a cup of tea, and did the washing up, while they stood there, commenting on it. I dried all the dishes and put them away, and wiped the side. My mum said 'hmm, it's looking a little better in here'. :shock: I swept the floor, put everything back in it's rightful place. My brother 'yeah, it's a bit dirty still'. :grumpy: I started sorting out the washing- dry washing folded up, wet in the dryer, t-shirts on the rack, etc etc. 'Oh, you've not been doing your laundry so well either Jenny!' :banghead:banghead By now, I was talking through gritted teeth, slamming things around and trying to stop myself from turfing them out of my house!
Now, I should be a bit more understanding here, as my brother has Asperger's Syndrome, with a touch of Autism, and he has recently moved into his own flat and is really paranoid about keeping things clean and keeping on top of his housework. So I can take the comments from him, it's just how he is, and he doesn't mean to be rude. BUT, my mum knows better!
So, my brother went outside to smoke I think, and my mum explained that he had been worried that his kitchen was a mess, and mum had reassured him that 'if he wanted to see mess, he should see your kitchen'. Um, EXCUSE ME? What am I, some sort of museum?!! So I told her 'well, I'm really glad it's made him feel better, but now you've made me feel like crap. So thanks for that!' (I actually used stronger words, but I can't put them here lol...) And my mum said 'well, how have I?' 'UM, by coming round here and criticising me for not doing my dishes etc, when you turned up unnanounced just as I happened to be about to start them!' And I went on some rant about how it was my house, I run it my way, and had been doing my best to cope since I've been ill etc, and then she totally changed her tune! And started saying 'well, it doesn't matter does it? I mean, who cares about some dirty dishes anyway? It's your house!' :shock::shock::shock:
I'm still mad about it now... Steve's scared to talk to me......
aaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!
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