Boy did I go ballistic last night. It was about 9 PM. I had just finished my shower and was lying in bed. Since it was Saturday night the kid had no homework and was engaged in her favorite acitivity, watching cartoons. I was watching along with her, trying to pick out some Thai and enjoying her amusement. Suddenly, there's a shout from grandma in the front room for her to give up the UBC remote so that the rest of the family could watch a football game.
What the f*ck! It's my UBC. I pay for it. What nerve they have to think that they can decide how it's used. I'm afraid I really laid it on thick to poor Ms. AC. After I got done with my litany of horrors about what a bunch of selfish lazy slobs her family are she was in tears. Of course this is the same day that Imelda had left her water bottles on the counter for me to fill, so I was already pissed off. (Imelda is the "me only" sister in law, so named because of her massive collection of shoes.)
This morning was no better. No water, so this is A's signal to wash his car and leave the spare water jars empty for me to fill. Sure enough, he drove off with the water jars empty and the water tap on. Luckily I caught it before too much water went down the drain.
And, he found a dead cat in the gutter. Could he be bothered to dispose of the body. No. He left that for me to do. What a f*cking jerk.
I'm really anxious for our new house to get done as I'm really tired of this bunch. I pay all the bills. I do all the work. I know that when I leave the garden will revert to the dusty patch of dry earth that it was when we arrived. The plumbing and electrical will deteriorate to the state they were before I repaired everything and nothing above shoulder level will ever again be cleaned.
There. Off my chest. Rant over.