Sometimes I feel like life in just one chore followed by the next, with sixteen chores hanging over me.
DP has not concept of tidying up. I tidy, he clutters (that word doesn't do it justice). I honestly don't think he's ever touched a duster in his life. He also sees the house as an extension of the garage with the number of tools that are hanging around.
DD (two years old) is happily ignoring all pleas to use the potty and to not put play doh everywhere.
Step-son (16 years old) is a total f*cking slob. Never lifts and finger, stinks and causes a huge amount of washing up (which he never does).
Dog malts all of the house, is very farty and shits in the garden (DP works early mornings and I can't leave the house to walk the dog as DD's still asleep - perish the thought that step-son would help).
Dirty dishes piling up constantly, despite the fact that the dishwasher seems to be on all the time.
Dirty washing heaped in piles near the basket. Clean washing heaped in piles on the bed.
First thing I do in the morning is sweep all downstairs because of the dog and cat hair. There's already hair all over the place again.
I seem to be the only one in the house who ever thinks about meals. I'm the only one who cooks them too. Bloody step-son won't even eat the same as us or the same time, so that's double the work.
Bathrooms are filthy. In fact, the house is dirty, but all I ever seem to do is bloody clean, around looking after DD.
DD's demanding and I have nobody around who can ever help. No family and we moved a month before she was born, so no friends who aren't swamped with their own children already.
Did I really work hard at school and do well at university for this?? Does anyone else ever get that feeling??
So sorry for the rant. I want to run away from home and live by the sea in a little flat just for me! :)