Memorial Day weekend, Monday off, an extra day to be around the leeches that live in our house… who do nothing… but just exist to consume resources… this is how I felt nearly all weekend (with the exception of Sunday, when we went to my sisters for a party, got away from them for six glorious hours)

I woke up at the butt-crack of dawn on Saturday morning, so that I could get whatever cleaning just DONE for the weekend… wound up going to the farmers market with The Mister before I got to the upstairs bathroom. My biokid cleaned the downstairs bathroom… I cleared the fridge scrubbed it clean and then the rest of the kitchen, top to bottom… did the rest of the downstairs and we were out the door.

With all that I had to do on Sat and Sun, I didn’t clean the upstairs bathroom, and then yesterday… well I didn’t feel like it!
I woke up Monday morning to find the laundry that I had in the dryer, was in a heap on the dining room table… and they had THEIR clothes in the dryer, not dry… sitting getting sour. ( I could have turned the dryer back on to let them finish drying, but since they let my biokids’ clothes sit and wrinkle, I decided to let them sour!)

The GF woke up and walked out the door before I could say anything, according to her FB post, she took the baby out to breakfast at the diner… SS slept in… I went with The Mister to handle some things with him for his Uncle (who’s transitioning into an assisted living facility)
Got back, took biokid to the pool with some friends and… well I didn’t feel like cleaning the upstairs bathroom!

I cooked and baked and did what I felt like doing

SS got out of bed sometime around 2-ish…. And left presumably to go join his G/F wherever they were (probably her sisters, they have a pool)

I wanted to text the two of them, and say “if you use a room in the house, you should be responsible for cleaning it every once in a while” but I didn’t…. because I’m disengaging, right? I’m acting like they just don’t exist in my world, that if they weren’t there, I’d be the one to clean the damn bathroom myself anyway, right?
(sometimes disengaging isn’t so easy)

I will freely admit this sounds childish, but I’m going to say it anyway, Why do THEY get to have fun and do what the heck they want to do, while I have to be the one to do the chores and cook and clean?

I need a Mantra, something better than “I’d be doing this anyway if they weren’t here”
Or “one more year”