Filed under: General Peevery, Parenting | Tags: annoying, cleaning, drive me up the wall, grating, housecleaning, housekeeping, mother, nervous breakdown, parenthood, peeve, pet peeves, sarcastic, Unless you're making me a drink don't walk on that floor!, vent
Today, it was the dreaded cleaning day. I am, for the record, domestically diabled and allergic to dust, cleaning products and anything that requires me to move around a lot. So, let’s just say I’m never enthusiastic about having to clean.
This is not my peeve. I know it has to be done, I do it (every once in a while once I have procrastinated to the point where I think someone may call Child Protective Services if I don’t mop my floors). Here lies the rub: I can spend hour upon hour spic’ing and span’ing until the floors shine brighter than Mr. Clean’s head with a sunburn and it takes Biggie and Smalls mere minutes to undo it all.
“Where did that Picachu come from? What do you mean the bottom of your toy box?”
“No, you can’t have popcorn. I don’t care if you’re starving.”
“Well, hold it. I just cleaned that toilet.”
“FOR THE EIGHTIETH TIME, DON’T WALK ON THAT FLOOR!”
It’s a compulsion that is impossible for them to resist. It’s like handing someone a blank notebook and a pen and telling them not to write anything. Smalls especially has a problem, even when she was a baby she would only poop in a fresh diaper. There’s only one solution. I’ve got to get out of here quick. Need to take the STA’s to Walmart to spend that bribe money and finally stop holding it.
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