Packrat Central and Comparisons of Me
A few months ago, I clean out our pantry closet. I took things that I knew were old and unused out and left them out. After they sat on the kicthen counter for 2 days because Mom never decided what she needed or not, Dad put everthing back. So... I'm not cleaning out the pantry anymore.
A few weeks ago, I cleaned up our dining table and straighted up the kitchen. Within a matter of days, the table got covered with magazines and mail and so did the kitchen counter. So...I'm not straightening up the dining table and the kitchen anymore.
When our power was out, all our refrigerated foods went bad, and for a matter of days it stayed clear, but organized and filled with enough food to satisfy everyones hunger. After a few more weeks, the fridge got crowded and I found, yet again, moldy cheese.
The only thing that I myself have managed to keep clean is my bedroom. I put away toys and clothes as much as I can. I always tidy up my computer desk and I keep my closet clean to the best of my abilities. My Mom won't get rid of stuff. There are things in the pantry that have never been opened and won't ever spoil. It makes me sick. Some of my packratism is from Mommy, but not as severe.
I also wanted to mention( and this is to all teenage older siblings) that I don't appreciate my Mother comparing me to my little sister. We are two different @*#&$%^ people. Some of the things that she does I DID NOT DO! I hate that. You want to tell me to be nice and super sweet to her, fine. I'll be sweet, I'll let her get away with anything, unless it puts her life in danger.
So my readers, please hear me out and throw me a bone. Anyone who has had a sibling come into their lives during there teen years and they are annoying as ^$#*, and while you lose your mind your parents justify their actions froms comparing them to your younger year actions, excuses my french but, OH HELL NO! THAT IS NOT RIGHT DAMMIT! DON'T YOU EVER COMPARE THAT BRAT TO ME!
Thanks for reading.
Sayonara.
:(
A few weeks ago, I cleaned up our dining table and straighted up the kitchen. Within a matter of days, the table got covered with magazines and mail and so did the kitchen counter. So...I'm not straightening up the dining table and the kitchen anymore.
When our power was out, all our refrigerated foods went bad, and for a matter of days it stayed clear, but organized and filled with enough food to satisfy everyones hunger. After a few more weeks, the fridge got crowded and I found, yet again, moldy cheese.
The only thing that I myself have managed to keep clean is my bedroom. I put away toys and clothes as much as I can. I always tidy up my computer desk and I keep my closet clean to the best of my abilities. My Mom won't get rid of stuff. There are things in the pantry that have never been opened and won't ever spoil. It makes me sick. Some of my packratism is from Mommy, but not as severe.
I also wanted to mention( and this is to all teenage older siblings) that I don't appreciate my Mother comparing me to my little sister. We are two different @*#&$%^ people. Some of the things that she does I DID NOT DO! I hate that. You want to tell me to be nice and super sweet to her, fine. I'll be sweet, I'll let her get away with anything, unless it puts her life in danger.
So my readers, please hear me out and throw me a bone. Anyone who has had a sibling come into their lives during there teen years and they are annoying as ^$#*, and while you lose your mind your parents justify their actions froms comparing them to your younger year actions, excuses my french but, OH HELL NO! THAT IS NOT RIGHT DAMMIT! DON'T YOU EVER COMPARE THAT BRAT TO ME!
Thanks for reading.
Sayonara.
:(
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