So after coming back from work, i buy dinner, wash up, clean the kitchen, put away the clothes, feed the dog, pack their room and finally take a breather while waiting for the rice to cool... and my mother comes and tells me"since you are waiting, why can't you re arrange the kitchen stuff?"
the hell!!
it's not enough that i feel really shitty coming back from work and actually try my best to make life easier for them, it's not enough that everytime i nag at my sisters to do housework, i get to feel like some sort of nazi villian. It's always
always not enough. and
i have had enough. i dun understand why i'm always the one who has to nag at pple to do housework, bear the brunt of getting "you're so mummy la" or "wah lau so virgo" and while i dun even get a word of thanks of appreciation, and get to be painted to be a villian while i iron, pack, walk the dog and generally make sure they are in a good mood so that everyone benefits,im supposed to do more.
HOW MUCH MORE DO THEY WANT??!!!!!!!!!!!
i hate my life.
Disney channel is an investment for the easily frazzled.
So dear Secret Santa, to cheer me up, get me a
nice waist belt for work (preferably with elastic).