cinderellie, cinderellie

I haven't written here in ages because I feel pretty frustrated over the lack of progress in my life. I mean, things are happening, but I guess I just wanted *more* to happen, y'know?

Like moving out. Weren't we going to move out in, like, October? Yes, yes we were.

It is less than a week until April.

Hi. We're still in Grant's childhood bedroom.

It's a nice room, with lots of storage space. But this storage space is made slightly useless with all the crap in it that would have dispersed itself gracefully around a flat. Things like a full set of cooking pans, cutlery, glassware, sheets and towels, etc etc etc...

It's my own fault for insisting on an IKEA binge the week after I got here. What have I done in the last six months with my two colanders?? What have I done with my pack of coloured drinking straws??

Mostly all this does is take up the room that more timely possessions SHOULD be occupying. Like my four empty photo albums and the giant shoebox of unsorted photos. Doesn't sound like such a big deal, but it's just sort of in a pile in the middle of the room.

And then when I don't make the bed (I often don't make the bed...*blush*), it looks really, really messy in our room. Also, we don't have a dustruffle for the bed (altho we prolly should...holy crap, dust bunnies are like real bunnies what with the mating and multiplying)...wait, what? Oh right, so we don't have a dustruffle, which means you can see all the boxes and bags and SHOES under there, which looks like an even bigger mess.

Shoes, eh? Yes, we are not allowed to keep shoes anywhere but in our rooms, which is hella strange to me. Shoes go by the front door, unless they're superspecial "sundayschool" shoes, no?? Apparantly not.

Although all this appearance-of-neatness nonsense was mostly at the insistance of Grant's "perfect" sister, who "never left her stuff lying around". Her words.

So, this morning, when I asked her if that garbage bag that's been sitting on the landing at the top of the stairs for AT LEAST two weeks was hers (because I saw her put it there) and she admitted it was, she must have made a mistake. It could not possibly have been hers. Because SHE never leaves her junk lying around!

And when she "cleaned out" her room to move downstairs before her baby was born and just threw her shit willy-nilly in the "storage" room, it must have magically neatened itself with absolutely no help from Grant working in there all day one Saturday when we wanted to be doing something else because he knew she would never do it and he didn't want his mom to have to do it because his mom already does a lot for her and has to clean up after the fifteen-year-old smartass brother who really needs a spanking, right?

Right.

Can I also say that since I have no job and I generally don't leave the house during the day unless I go somewhere either with Grant or with her and her mom, I KNOW for certain that not one single person besides myself has vacuumed the stairs EXCEPT ME in SEVEN MONTHS?

And that she has cleaned the bathroom exactly once, and that was last week?

AND THAT I DO THE DINNER DISHES FIVE TIMES A WEEK BECAUSE I COMPULSIVELY PUT MY OWN DISHES IN THE DISHWASHER (I just think it's impolite not to) AND EVERYONE ELSE SEEMS TO THINK WELL, SHE'S GOING TO DO THEM ALL SO THEY LEAVE AND I'M LEFT IN THE KITCHEN ON MY OWN TO DO THEM ALL??? AGAIN???

I mean, I know she has an eight-month-old baby. I know that. But do you know what babies do a lot? They sleep a lot. I know! It's so weird! And babies who spent the first few weeks of life in the baby ICU (he was a preemie, nothing to be worried about) don't need silence to sleep? And we've proven this many, many times?

Okay, I'm starting to be mean here. I have a lot of sympathy for her. She was unhappy, and she had every reason to be; unplanned pregnancy at 23, she lost contact with most of her friends, the dad is in the UK and she missed him horribly etc etc. She was an excellent mother to her child and accepted her situation with excellent grace, trying to do as much as possible for herself (even tho the only reason she was working was because she was too stubborn to listen to what people were telling her about benefits...she was entitled to much more, more than she was making at her job combined with the benefits she was getting...cheated herself out of a couple grand, but hey).

Anyway, this is just sort of one last purge of negative emotions because she's gone now, to a better place.

Well, Edinburgh.

Where I hope she will be very happy. Honestly. She's not a bad person. I just wish she hadn't tried to make herself look good by hinting that the rest of us were slobs. Especially since I felt that a lot of that was directed at me. I definitely think that I should do things around the house, because I'm more that just a guest. But how does that make me Cinderella?

Whatever.

If I get a job, I can get a flat and a Beetle!! Yay!!!

Now I just have to figure out what this "job" thing is and how to go about "getting" one...