Grrrrrr........again.........

I think I have discovered my biggest pet peeve. It's when people make more work for me. I mean, it's not like we have a laundry fairy, a cleaning fairy, a lunch making fairy, a cooking fairy, a pick up that shit that's been lying on the floor since yesterday fairy........NO! We have me. And me gets very mad when others, trying to be "helpful" (I guess) perform a service half-assed. Ahem. Jeff. Thank you for vacuuming, really, my back appreciates it, but seriously? He leaves crap he picked up off the bathroom floor IN MY SINK! Now if that is not passive-aggressive, I don't know what is. Also, he was vacuuming since his mom is visiting tomorrow and guess what he did in the room she's staying in? He put everything up on the bed to vacuum the floor and LEFT IT THERE! Thanks a lot. Like I have all the time in the world to clean it up.

Hayley just walked in here and told me "your boobs hang down to your waist when you're not wearing a bra!" Just what I needed to hear before bed!! Little b**ch! Let me tell you something, Miss Perkyboobs! You are cursed with the well-endowed gene and soon enough YOUR boobs will not be able to defy the laws of gravity!!! Get out of my room. And go to bed.

Ok, she's gone. I'm actually typing this with my boobs, because, you know, they hang down to my waist and all. Kidding.

So, the "cleaning" thing. I discovered all this disarray right before I was heading to bed, which made it all the more irritating. I mean, I just want to go to bed, not clean up after someone's attempt to clean up. I head to my bathroom and discover my counter top covered with makeup and such. NOT MINE! Hannah's. She's forever using my makeup and she has her own! She has everything she needs and then some. In fact, all her makeup barely squeezes into a large makeup bag. So, why use mine? Why?

I think part of the problem is that even though I have a J-O-B, no one "sees" it. I work when the kids are in school and Jeff sees me only at home. So, I guess they all think I have all day to just DO this stuff when in fact, I'm gone most of the day. And yet, who still gets all this crap done? Well, it's not perfect and it just won't be. Jeff has a "levels of clean" speech he did at Toastmasters (earned himself an award for it, too). He refers to the different levels of clean you make your house based on the occasion. For example, last night we had an impromptu Cinco de Mayo party. I invited the neighbors and even though I had a really small amount of time to pull things together, I managed to achieve the level of "Friends and Family clean". Things basically picked up, candles lit, countertops and tables cleared of homework detritus. That sort of thing. But there was no strenuous dusting or reorganizing of CD's involved. Friends and Family clean is about where I can live. And thank God for that, because it's family who's coming tomorrow. Whew.