If you know me you know my family is my life. My life revolves around them and that “there” is the problem. From the time I got into the relationship with my husband and the moment I knew I was pregnant, my family has been my life. Do I feel they would do the same for me….NO! I’m sure they would but how I feel today it is a big fat NO! I feel like I’m just here to clean, cook and make sure they get where they need to be.
I’m with them day in and day out. I don’t have a social life whatsoever…my fault I know! I’m okay with that until I feel used. They know I will clean up their messes, make their meals, do their laundry and kiss their worries away. Lately I’m tired of all that. I know I created this situation by doing everything for them and not having a life of my own. My own worst enemy.
I’m going to describe to you a bit of what is going on that is driving me crazy. I’m not meaning to put anyone on BLAST but I need to vent. My family knows I’m a blogger so they shouldn’t be upset right, LOL!
My husband..bless his heart is a slob! He is messy and it drives me crazy. We have very different ways of cleaning and keeping our space. Do I let that stress me out…hell yes but I don’t show it much, until it builds up and I blow up. Sorry dude. I try to accept the mess but it causes my head to hurt. Every area in this house that is his… is chaos. I wish I could show you pictures but I won’t be that big of a b””ch. His dresser is over flowing with clothes plus has two baskets full of clothes surrounding it. The top hasn’t been cleaned for years. His desk OMFG…ewww just nasty. I’ve tried cleaning that area several times but he doesn’t care so I stopped. His “man porch” I don’t even go out there because I start having lil stress attack- so messy. Throw shit away dude- not that hard. At night he leaves a trail of his mess so the next morning I get up and have to clean up the beer bottles/caps, candy wrappers, food dishes and his clothes. He doesn’t do any chores around the house except cook dinner one night. He has it pretty easy in this house let me tell you. Do I get any appreciation back on all what I do for him…no but let him tell you the little things he does count. He always wants to point out he buys me candy and Pepsi/ice teas. So what! Take me out, buy me a card saying thank, how about some damn flowers once in awhile…I know… why not do something I asked within a week time not one year later. Oh man don’t get me started. I need to stop this vent now. On to the kids!
My son…he has the biggest heart and will sense when I’m about to blow so he will do stuff around the house. Then he will throw it back in my face couple days later…Mom I cleaned the kitchen for you when no one else did. He is LAZY. He won’t do anything unless he is told, he is 13. Last night I watched him walk over a spill on the floor. I gave him that WTF look and he knew what he did but still said “I didn’t see it”. I don’t even know why I fold his clothes..they never make it to his dresser but he doesn’t want me in his room. His room smells but I’m not going to be that mom who cleans their 13 yr old room. As much as I want to but I do want to respect his space. Yesterday, he sensed I’m stressed so he cleaned his room. Out of everyone he at least makes an effort.
My 10 yr old daughter…well let’s just say she is her daddy’s daughter! This girl is like a hurricane. I will have the house clean and within 30 minutes of her being home every room is a mess. At the end of the night I will go in every room to grab her crap and put in pile for her. She doesn’t like to put things where they belong at all. She told me last night I was being over dramatic over her mess in the living room. I just wanted her to put her stuff away. Not asking much.
I had to post this note the other day:
I’m not asking my family to CLEAN the freaking house I’m asking them to CLEAN up after themselves….how hard is that? For my family it is HARD! They do have chores…they clean the kitchen every night but that still is a struggle.
I told my family I was going to go on STRIKE and they all laughed because they know I wouldn’t last a day. They are right. I need to go away and not see the mess or how they act when I’m not around.
Will that happen…no! So I guess I will: