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OK, so, I'm working fewer hours and am home more, so this means I do more housework. I am okay with this; the older and more organized I get, the more I turn into one of Those People who must have everything done a certain way or dire things will happen. The seeds have always been there; google "control freak" and I am fairly certain this site turns up pretty high on the list, I use the term so often. Anyway.
THIS DOES NOT MEAN I WANT TO DO EVERYTHING, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I will cook dinner. I will even clean up the kitchen. I will vacuum, sort laundry, clear clutter, dust, clean our bedroom, clean the kids' bedrooms, change the sheets, that's fine.
But for the love of god, take old sippy cups and leftover food out of the baby's diaper bag when you pick him up. Clean out your fucking lunch box. I picked it up off the counter and it was heavy. I am not emptying it, I am not washing that container, I am not cleaning out the inevitable mold. There's picking up the extra slack and then there's running around like a goddamn valet.
I had more ranting, but my Super Ex-Girlfriend and it is so exceedingly stupid that it keeps distracting me. It's embarrassing how hilarious it is, frankly. And that's not even counting the Eddie Izzard bits. It cements my loathing for all things Wilson brothers, though; they are highly unattractive and annoying.
Oh hey! Friends! It's the one where Rachel is dating Russ. Was that after "the break" or before they got together? I can't even remember. God, and my life used to stop at 8pm on Thursdays. Even more depressing, I am apparently Fun Bobby after he stopped drinking.
Yeah. I'm going to go somewhere else and do...something.