I'm so sick of being yelled at for things I didn't do, or have no control over.
Hmmm. Deja Vu. Oh, yeah, that's why. I wrote something similar on Christmas.
Well let's continue. I need to have a SERIOUS talk with my mother tonight. If she doesn't get her act together... well, she won't be the one hurting, it will be me. Everytime she does something wrong, or not at all, I get yelled at and then I have to fix her mistakes.
Me. Not her. Me. Most of the time it's either to do with the cat, or with her not calling someone she
has to call by a certain time.
For instance, today. First I took a shower, cleaned my room a bit, made my bed, got dressed, etc. Then went down to get some lunch and ended up having to clean the kitchen. I had to sweep dry cat food off of the middle of the kitchen floor. (Which I'm still not sure how it got there.) Then I had to clean canned cat food that had caked onto the sink. Assumingly over night because thats just what I think. (Which I know is something Mom did because I Dad wouldn't touch anything close to that unless he absolutely had to. Plus I know I didn't do it.) Then I had to clean up stuff that was on the counter. A papertowl left overnight (Which may have been indirectly linked to me since it was used when refilling my black ink cartidge last night, although, when I left dad was using it to clean up so he should have thrown it out.) and a knife, a butter knife, which was not mine, and dad claims not his.
Oh but that's not all. First, we bought some Wunderbar Bologna a while back because mom likes it. Well she fed some to the cat. Because she can't not. I'm not really sure how she has such trouble saying no to the cat. I guess I'll have to rexplain that it is not good for her. At any rate. The piece she used was so mutilated it couldn't be used on a sandwich. So I figured she'd keep using it to feed the cat even though she shouldn't. Well apparently not. Because today I had to toss that piece out because it'd gone bad! Then last night we were cleaning my ears and putting antibacterial stuff on them (I just got them repierced the 16th) Well the cat was watching, and sniffing, and mom being a moron held out the Q-tip with the antibacterial ointment on it to the cat. Now the cat knows not what it is, and it really has no scent, so it could be food. Plus someone she trusts is offering it to her. So the cat, rationalizing all that, licks it.
The cat LICKS the OINTMENT. We have no idea what it could do to her! It could be poisonious for crying out loud. So today, the cat threw up. Guess who got stuck cleaning it? Me....... and well, Dad too after I almost threw up with it. Oh, and I got yelled at for that too. I can't help it if I'm squeemish. Or whatever. Gah.