Rant

I'm about to rant.

Okay so my stepmother told me I needed to clean my room up because tomorrow and inspector is coming to inspect out apartment. 

So my room is usually messy but it is easy to clean. It's just paper, books, clothes, and shoes thrown everywhere.

So she tells me and my brother to go clean the kitchen up. She is sitting at the computer drinking something from Sonic and texting. 

So me and my brother do the dishes and she goes back into her room. 

So after we get done with the dishes my brother sweeps the floor and I wipe off the counters.

I got the harder job. Cause let me tell you something. If people in my house spill something they are so lazy they can't get a towel and clean it up. 

I don't do that. My mother would kill me if I did. My brother tends to do it sometimes but if its big enough he will go clean it. 

So yeah there is this GLOB of melted cheese on one counter, globs of pudding everywhere, food, sauces, and it's all dried. So I spend about 15 minutes trying to get the counters done. By that time my brother has left and is in his room. 

Then my father comes in the kitchen with a cup and just sets it on the counter. 

Just sets it there and walks off.

My face at that moment: -_- 

He know damn well he could have put that cup in the dishwasher. The sink at the latest, since I was cleaning the counters.

So I finish with that and move on to the stove. 

Lemme explain bout my stove. I refuse to clean it. I told my stepmother I would clean counters and do dishes and she said okay.

But she doesn't clean her stove. At all. 

If something spills it just sits there and dries. So I usually end up cleaning it because I can't stand to look at the dried up food and stuff. I don't do it everyday but still.

If I didn't no one would and it would be utterly disgusting.

My main problem with that is how the hell do you cook on that and still expect me to eat that food? It makes me want to throw up thinking about it.

It's so gross.

And so it takes me about 20 minutes to clean the stove top. And about 10 more to do the inside. 

So then I go to wipe off the sinks and that goes by quickly.

So I try to straighten things up and I look over to where my stepmother was sitting earlier and there is a huge mess and just ugh. It's like she really didn't care. 

I didn't clean it up because it wasn't my problem but still really. 

So I go back to my room and I barely have time to clean my room before I want to get in the bed. (I have a self-appointed bedtime.)

I pass her room and see two plates with food on them. Like I wasn't washing dishes a minute ago. It's not like she or my father takes there shit in there. She should have called me at the least like she always does so I could get them plates but I am not going to worry about it cause it ain't my problem. 

So I clean up my room and walk by and she goes, "What are you doing up? Shouldn't you be in the bed?" 

I really wanted to say No shxt.

Like really now. You told me to clean your nasty ass kitchen and my room. It's not like I can't do it at the same time. 

And here is another thing. When she is in there cooking and doing stuff it's her kitchen but when it's time for it to be cleaned its the kitchen. 

Can't stand when people do stuff like that. It's annoying and just mean and selfish. 

Yeah. The real problem is I didn't get to write anymore today and before I started cleaning the kitchen I just started to feel really bad and depressed. I didn't know why or where it came from it just happened. I had Neon Cathedral -Macklemore and Demons - Imagine Dragons on repeat. 

So yeah. My evening wasn't the best.

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