I felt so cool the way I handled my in-laws recently.
They seem to think I am not a great housekeeper. They would be right, but why do they care?
The last straw were the little hints and back handed comments about my messy car. They were making my blood boil, but I was too nice or scared to say anything. I know it is incomprehensible to some people that I could keep my mouth shut, but unfortunately it’s been figuratively beaten out of me.
I hate to clean. I find cleaning pretty close to the feeling of suffocation. As with a lot of things in life it must be done, so I do it. I put my headphones on and rock out when cleaning the toilet or loading the dishwasher. The other problem with my housekeeping skills is my ADHD or at least that is what I’m going with. I just don’t see the dirt. I mean some of it is noticeably obvious, but on my way there to clean it there is almost always something more interesting that catches my attention.
My passive aggressive stand to my in-laws was to wash my car the day after they left!
I did and then it snowed, not cool.