dishes

so, there are two ways i do the dishes. if there are a lot of dishes, then i fill a sink up with dishes, then fuill it with hot soapy water. the i do the dishes.

if there are barley any dishes, then i pile them in the sink, somtimes, and i just grab the dish and wash it. Dish by dish.

well my mom would rather i waste water and fill up the entire sink, for only a few dishes. thats nice mom. thats nice. and yet you complain about the water bill?

So last night i was supposed to do the dishes, and i planned to. After everyone had gotten their showers. By the time everyone was done, it was 9:30, i still had 30 minutes to get the dishes done. usually. nooo... my mom decided to go to bed early without warning anyone. meaning... i didn't get to do the dishes. i get en extra day of dishes.

then this morning she bites my head off about nt getting the dishes done.

well there aren't that may dishes. so when i get home from rehersal i start on the dishes, washing her tea pitcher better than it has ever been washed in its life, after LETTING IT SOAK full of soapy water ALL DAY. mom gets home, sees me washing the dishes (her tea has already been made and put in the fridge) and flipps out. She starts yelling at me for doing the dishes wrong, yelling at me for not letting it soak in hot sudsy water like it [the pitcher] was supposed to be.

mother. it did soak. all.fucking.day.

but would it matter if i said that? of coarse not.

do she says for every time she catches me doing the dishes without filling up the sink and not letting everything soak, i get an extra WEEK of dishes. fuck you too mother.

and just for the record? even if i had filled the sink up with soapy water? the plastics always go in last, meaning, by the time mom would have come home, i would prolly JUST be getting to it. it might have soaked for....idk... 2 minutes? tops?

does she care? no.

will she notice it is the cleanest it has ever been in the last year?
not a chance in hell.


and she says if i don't like i can find a new place...

in less than a year...