Yes, this is a rant. So what. You don’t have to read it.
Today, I went grocery shopping. I hate shopping but I do it anyway. I bought most of everything on my list except toilet paper because everyone’s out again.
Whatever. Bring it on, the apocalypse.
Anyway, I’m gone two, three hours. The family is home, teaching his college students from his basement office (husband), doing remote virtual learning from his room (teenager), hanging with the puppy (teacherless tween girl). Right? They’re all home and able to use the entire house to their hearts’ content.
They know that when I come back from a big shopping trip I will have a lot of bags. They also know that I want the kitchen to be clean and cleared of clutter so I can unpack and put shit away.
I also want the kitchen cleared of bodies so I can navigate from counter to fridge to cupboards to drawers and sort food items for the garage freezer and backup fridge etc.
I want to be able to walk around and do stuff without tripping over others or their crap.
Here’s what I came home to today.
The girl was baking buns before I left and although she did a good job cleaning and putting dishes away, she didn’t really wipe the counter. Well, she did. She pushed all the flour around so that it covered a bigger surface than where she did the rolling and kneading or whatever she was doing.
Fine. I’ll figure out the flour stuff later. That wasn’t even the biggest problem.
The moment I came in the door everyone came into that room. (Our house is open-concept, a bungalow, and although this may sound like there’s a lot of space, the house is small and when there’s 600 bags all over everything, the place doesn’t seem so big anymore.)
The brainiacs suddenly all decide they need to wash their hands at the kitchen sink. (We have two bathrooms.)
They all suddenly decide that now is a great time to make tea, have a snack, eat lunch, put something in the dishwasher, search for some elusive snack…
Or, they stand RIGHT THERE to check their phone.
They started talking at/to me (him) and bickering (kids) while one of them let the puppy in from behind his gate (aka penalty box) who then immediately was underfoot and sniffing and ‘unpacking’ my stuff.
So yeah…I’m in a pissy mood. I told them to do the unpacking themselves, and sliced myself two pieces of salted caramel cheesecake and escaped into my bedroom to type this.
I have been binge watching Golden Girls and they’re constantly eating cheesecake, so when I saw this one at the store, I had no choice. I had to have it.
I honestly don’t know how we’re going to go through more covid-waves. I mean, there is happy family time and then there is constant-never-ending-in-my-face-all-the-time family time and frankly…
I’m over it.