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Sooo...I'm a trifle irritated right now. I'm sure everyone has heard me whine about how little help I get around the house, even though I also work pretty much full time. Well, my MIL, who is not exactly the most motivated of person around, is driving me bat****. The only thing she does around here is the dishes, which she is supposed to share with her son but doesn't because he's too tired from working. Mind you, I work also, and I shop and cook dinner and clean up after their sorry asses - the only thing I have not capitulated on is dinner dishes, purely on principle. The MIL has been whining about this forever, and tonight she did so again: in a most melodramatic fashion, she wiped her hair from her sweaty brow (who knew putting dishes into a dishwasher was so hard?) and proclaimed that she would just have to do the pots in the morning, and was that alright with me?
I am ashamed to say that I had a Mitty-ish flight of fantasy for a split second that involved violence.
So, I give. She can sit on her ever expanding posterior and watch Oprah and Dr. Phil until she keels over from sheer inactivity. I mean, OMFG! You can't even call what she does washing dishes- she barely rinses them, tosses them in the DW, and goes off to her TV. I clean the countertops and floors and appliances, and usually I go back in and re-clean the pots and pans that don't go in the DW. To be fair, she watches Tori, but in reality Tori really watches her at this point. Watches her watching Oprah. I'd hire someone to watch Tori, but how weird is that- with Grandma in the house? Sigh.
I am soooooooo looking forward to this vacation. Rant over.
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