A Rant: Now With Photos


This is going to be a bit stream of consciousness. I am on the exhausted side.

Y’see, I’ve been cleaning for the last five hours.

Oh, quit yer laughing. I got 2 (two!) rooms done. That’s it.

My family are pigs.

Most specifically, my darling daughter is a screaming slob.
I am so tired of the eye-rolling, deep in her personal fable, egocentric, poor pitiful sweetie, everybody1 always picks on me, Cindarella ..thing.2

I’ve written before on her inability to complete a particular chore or clean up after herself. It hasn’t gotten any better. It may have actually gotten worse, on some fronts.

And I’m just done.
Done with a capital ‘fuck it.’

I had hoped that by adopting an abridged and not nearly so neurotic Fly-Lady inspired schedule of cleaning, that keeping house wouldn’t be so difficult. That we wouldn’t have to do the all-day Saturday scrubkriegs of my youth.

I had further hoped that by mostly keeping my nose out of her room she would keep it…well, if not as clean as I’d like, at least not filthy.

Apparently, I was just flat wrong about that. Even my basic rule of No Eating/Drinking in there means nothing. I pulled out several cups, bowls, plates, and utensils out of her bedroom. There is some sort of organic…stuff?… on the bottom of her trash bin.

I can recall my parents telling me that “this isn’t a hotel, we aren’t your servants” when I was a kid. I also recall my room being neater, my attitude being less Woe Unto Me, and less generally unhygienic.

But mayhaps that is just the lens of long years clouding my hindsight.

I’ve tried bribery, firmness, marshmallow-y sweetness, boundary setting, grounding. What I have left is embarrassment.

I’ve gone into her room and taken several photos of the mess that it currently lives in. Also her bathroom. I had  scrubbed it a week or so ago, and asked her to keep it clean(ish).  You can bet I was more than a bit shocked to find it in the condition I did today.

I am going to post this one picture (of the bathroom) so that y’all have an idea of the order of magnitude of slop we are talking about.

Taken from the doorway. I was afraid to set foot in there. 😦







I still have so much left to do.
But every time I move a piece of furniture or pick up something to clean under it3, I find piles of trash. Food wrappers. Dirty socks. Plates. Glasses with milk going sour in them. Clean clothes mixed in with dirty clothes.

All of this, on top of the Attitude that I get whenever I ask her to do something around the house has me full on furious.


Going to go blow up zombies for a bit. Drink some tea. Calm down.

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of it’s furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

1 – And by “everybody” she means anyone who asks her to do anything in this house.
2 – If you read that in this style, then I did it right. Or write, as the case may be.
3 – As you are *supposed* to do.

That’s not the end of the tunnel….

…it’s a train, arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

I am in the last two weeks of school for this semester. Life is crazy, as it always gets around this time of school. Tests and projects and homework, oh my.
Then, I will have off two weeks from SCHOOL. The rest of life will continue to occur at its usual frenetic pace. Training, packing, charity events and getting ready for same.
I guess the spice must flow or some shit.


Today is going to be a round of interesting. Is it rude that I am taking my Spanish homework with me to The Girl’s playdate with her friend?
I figure it would be rude to show up with my laundry in tow — I have that much couth, it seems. But, I have to finish my half of the project before tomorrow and this is really my only time to do so.

— side note — NEVER hit AUTOMIX instead of play when you have the perfect musical score already queued up. Especially if you hadn’t saved said perfect musical mix.
Ah, well. Brand new music to listen to. We shall see if we likes it, precious.

And these cramps could stop, O, anytime nau kthxplz? and I would be

…WTF am I listening to? It sounds like bad techno music for a futuristic porno movie. *clicks NEXT*
CRIMINY, now it’s futuristic GAY porno movie music. TOO MUCH AUTO-TUNE!
*kills it with fire*

Ah, better. No music is better than crappy music. But apparently the gay porno music of the future speaks to Zhu Zhu Hamsters because now they won’t stop chittering.
My head, she is going to asplode, I tell you. D’ya think The Girl would mind if I “accidentally” set them of fire? Yes? No? Yes?
Yeah, I kind of thought so too.
But, still. They chitter to each other. High, squeaky little voices.

Crikey is it already noon? YIPES! Gotta jam, my darlings. If you need me – give us a text (or IM or whatever). Just don’t be surprised if I answer slowly. I will be conjugating Spanish verbs into actual sentences that (in theory) make sense.

Home (albeit briefly)…

I am supposed to leave this afternoon to go back to DFW for some YuleMass time with Mom n Molls.

of course
the car won’t start
it is raining cats and dogs (and some sleet and water, too)
weather conditions along the I-35 corridor are also expected to be colder by 5-8 degrees, which means ice
there is a winter weather advisory in effect for DFW

Also, I overslept. I am not too too chagrined by this as I was fairly exhausted when I rolled in at 1-something this morning. I didn’t get to actual sleep until 2-something. OTOH, Mister Man had arranged it so that I had still-warm-from-the-dryer flannel sheets and snuggly blankets on the bed for when I crawled out of the shower. That man surely knows how to pamper a girl. 🙂

The Man is in partial favor of me staying in Austin for the nonce – letting him fill the Pathfinder* with pushmoline – so that I can take it to DFW with me tomorrow. I must admit after the travel scramble of yesterday (not bad, just long) I find the idea more than a little appealing.


The Girl got dropped off this morning by her Dad at not-quite seven. Which is far and away better than the “just after six” that had been prophesied. She murmured love at me then staggered upstairs to go back to bed. So did I, for that matter. She is still snoozing, so I am just gonna drink some more coffee, keep an eye on the weather and stretch luxuriously in my office chair. There may be kittie scritchens in there somewhere, as well.