Familiarity Breeds Contempt

Posted: September 22, 2010 in Just Stuff
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Yes.. it’s THAT time again!!

The time when I get pissed off at everybody that lives under this roof because they’re pigs. No offense to pigs. Maybe I should say “lazy ass mother fucking slobs” .. not only is it a more accurate description but it will stop all the actual pig loving people from sending me hate mail.

Because, you know.. I actually LIKE real pigs.

So Lazy Ass Mother Fucking Slobs it is.

And that goes for my husband too.. who is SO NO BETTER then his kids.

Case in point:

Every single morning from Monday to Friday, I get up to Spaz’s school work, books and bag strewn all over the living room floor.

Every single morning I get up to find cups on the floor in the living room.. plates on the dining room table.. candy, gum and/or snack wrappers all over the computer desk and underneath the computer desk.

Every single morning I get up to find various bottles of condiments left on the kitchen counter.. with whatever is in side them left in plops either on the floor or on the kitchen door handles.

Every single morning I get up to find crumbs on the kitchen floor and counter and table.

Every single morning I get up to find wet towels on the bathroom floor.. tooth and hair brushes in the sink or on the floor next to the toilet and practically every bottle of shampoo, body wash, soap and razor blades on the bottle of the tub.

Every afternoon when I come home from the shop, the very first thing I do is pick up the dog poop on the front porch. I don’t necessarily have a problem with the dogs going there if necessary.. it beats them using the rest of the house and it’s much easier to clean then say.. oh, I don’t know.. the rugs.

Every night, after I make dinner, I wash the dishes.. clean the stove.. clean the counter and floor.. wipe down the dining room table and put the plates, utensils, pots and pans back where they belong and wipe down the sink.

Three or four nights a week, I do laundry.

Somewhere in between all that I clean the bathroom daily.

Mind you, my husband gets up before me and leaves for work about a half hour before I get up in the morning.

Yesterday, I spent the better part of the 24 hours sleeping because I didn’t feel good.

Did ANYONE pick up the dog poop? No. Did someone trample through a pile? Yes.

Did ANYONE clean up after the dinner of cheeseburgers that my husband made because I wasn’t making dinner? No.

Was there grease from those cheeseburgers all over the stove? Pans filled with grease and burnt cheese still on the stove? Dishes and glasses and mustard plops and crumbs on the counter?

The point is that NOBODY did ANYTHING yesterday. Nor do they do ANYTHING ANY DAY.

My husband gets up before me in the morning and if the dogs use the front porch over night, he steps right over it. Spaz’s school work? He walks over that too. Plates and cups and the what not? That too.

And they don’t give a shit. None of them.

You might be asking yourself why I still get upset about it.. I mean, I’ve been blogging about this shit for a long.. long time.

The fact is, I’m not upset about it.. Like the post title says, familiarity breeds contempt. And that’s where I am now. Contempt. Disapproval tinged with disgust.

The feeling of contempt didn’t start today .. for right or wrong, I no longer care about “their” things. I no longer care if they have a pencil for their homework.. no longer care if they need a ride to church or school.. no longer care if they have clean clothes.. or lunch money or whatever.

Can you drive me to church? Nope.. ask your mother.

Can you drive me to school? Nope. Why? Don’t feel like it.

Are you going to buy class pictures? Nope.. ask your mother or father.

What are we having for dinner? Whatever I make.

When is dinner going to be done? As soon as it is.

Can you help me with my homework? Ask your father when he gets home.

Now.. some of you may be thinking that I’m being child-ish. Or that I’m being just as bad as they are but in a different way. The only thing I can say is walk  a mile before you judge. Because if I can tell you anything with 100% certainty is that my marriage has changed.. my feelings have changed.. I don’t view HIS kids as MY step kids anymore.

I offered myself and my heart over and over again and not only has it NOT been appreciated but it’s been abused. And sorry, I’m not going to allow that to keep on happening.

Tonight at dinner ( hot dogs.. because I really don’t feel like going out of my way to make dinner for them ) all three of them are being told that they can’t rely on me anymore. As far as they should be concerned, I’m just somebody that lives here. No rides.. no money.. no laundry.. I am even contemplating moving into one of the spare bedrooms.

I used to feel bad for my husband.. you know, the single father raising three boys. But if there is a lesson here to be learned, then learn that you can never trust your heart. Your heart will ALWAYS  make the wrong decision when it comes to living your life.

Comments
  1. I’m so glad you’re back.
    It’s awful to think of sleeping in separate rooms, but I understand your need to take a stand. Wishing you an improved home life.

  2. Sharon says:

    When it gets to the point where you’re nothing but a maid and a cook, something has to give. I applaud you for taking a stand. I hope they recognize how important you are.

    • Leese says:

      <3's to you Sharon!! Thank you! .. but I've given up hope that they'll figure out how important I am or how I'm the one that makes their life stable. Then, of course, they don't WANT stable.. they just want to do what they want to do.

  3. Amy says:

    I am so sorry that they’re not more appreciative of you! Good for you for standing up for yourself!

    • Leese says:

      <3's Amy!! Thank you so much for your support.. it feels good because sometimes I feel like I'm standing alone on an island .. baking my non-olive tone Italian ass into a blistered mess!!

  4. Trip X says:

    ok Leese,
    You know my situation, similar to yours but with the twist of me being the step-father. You also know that I was (WAS) contemplating leaving until I found an amazing blog that has caused me to take stock of my own life, as the man, husband, father, etc. The writer even has an e-book that has spelled out in black and white (easy for a man to understand) what being a man is all about. www dot makingherhappy dot com. Itmay eventually save not only my marriage, but also help me be more successful in all walks of life. Chief may well benefit from reading this, as would you, if only to be a help to him.
    I feel for you Girl. I hope you all can work this out, but honestly, if what you are writing is true, and I have no reason to believe otherwise (you can’t make this shit up), then I believe you both would benefit greatly from this. I get no gain from promoting this other than trying to help a fellow blogger in need. Good luck girl.

  5. Carol says:

    I’m with you.. We need a union so we can strike until our demands are met ;)

    Sometimes it gets like this with MY own kids.. and I have the same answers… and then Hubby gets annoyed & finally does something about it… so here’s to hoping that your may finally get annoyed enough & “have your back” on this!

  6. datGurl! says:

    this is how it is when you live in a house full of men. Not to say that they have the right to be slobs due to that fact, but it is what it is.

    As if you dont do ENOUGH. Dang gurl, workin’ in the shop all mornin’ only to have to come home and shovel dog shyt, pick up they crap like they were 3 yr olds -Chief too-do laundry, cook, do dishes and wipe downs, help with homework and god knows what else while the rest of the fam sits in front of the telly.

    That bathroom would be enough for me to go completely off. I can NOT stand any fuckery in the bathroom- germs grow there VERY fast. Pick that shyt up and I mean like yesterday.

    I would have killed someone by now…

    I would move into that spare room and then let them fend for themselves. Once they have to wade thru 2ft of dog shyt to get in the house, cant find a single clean dish or spoon in the kitchen to eat whatever the fluck THEY made for dinner, no clean socks and drawls, no help with homework, they MIGHT come to themselves. Hopefully.

    You just keep that room clean and “human”

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