Sorry this is so long.
This is like my mum. Growing up my mum used to imply that going to work all day, looking after me and being a "wife" to my father was hard work. So id try and help out as much as I could.
But she and my father were rather lazy.
They were smokers and smoked a lot of weed too.
My mum would set me the task, that after I had finished my homework I needed to tidy up the living and wash up and dishes.
What I would come home to was the plates of food they had left from the night before, their glasses. The cigarette shavings on the coffee table, ash. If the ash tray had become full they would use the plates and or the glasses.
My mum had a throw that she would place over the sofa, that would need neatening up.
If in the morning my parents had had coffees and breakfast before leaving for work they would either be in the living room or scattered someone around the home.
I would have to vacuum clean also as they're cigarette contents were often on the floor.
This was my endless daily cycle until I started to get cheeky and would state how unfair it was feeling like a slave especially when they would use cups and leave them in their bedroom until they'd turn mouldy.
I've been living on my own now for 13 years, my father passed 6 years back now in this time I thought my mum's prayers were answered.
She could finally live in a home that is clean and tidy.
Unfortunately she is worse than when I lived there.
She doesn't invite me round and on the rare occasion I do, she's either too overwhelmed to tidy up or she's tired from having to frantically clean up her mess.
I don't really eat there because of this.
But just so you know she is aware that I don't like her mess especially as I've had to go there 3 or 4 times to do a big tidy up, I refuse to now.
