So this last week, I was staying at My love's mom's house with him to help watch the dogs while his mom was out of town. I decided that it would be nice to clean up for her. She's been gone for a week and it's a 15 hour drive. Plus, I had been using the kitchen and living room so it's only right to clean up after yourself.
I vacuumed the whole place and steam cleaned the hard wood floors. I even cleaned up the kitchen and the stove/ oven. I decided that was good enough because I don't like going through other people's things to search or to clean. I think there is a point where it's respectful and there's a point that you begin to invade their personal space.
The dogs ended up tracking a little mud into the kitchen just before she came home and I wasn't able to clean it up before she came inside. Her first comment?
"What happened to my floor?!?!"
BITCH! That shit is ten times cleaner than you left it. You should be glad that I even took 8 hours to get all the mud and dog hair off your shit. Fuck you!
I didn't say that of course but that was the first and only thought in my head.
Now, Chelsea (one of the dogs) is really attached to her. She was depressed and had trouble getting motivated for the beginning of the week so I was letting her sleep in their room as a comfort thing. This is something that they allow on a daily basis so I didn't think it would be a problem if it helped calm Chels.
Nope.
After she commented on my awful mopping job, she continues into her room and comes out with a handful of sheets to wash. I asked if Chelsea had made herself at home and she just continued with a bitchy comment about how she had not only "ruined" the bed but the pillows too. Now she will have to change the sheets before she goes to sleep....
Well fuck....
Who would have thought?
Moral?
Never ask me to watch your house because I'll virtually destroy the fucking place.
You're welcome.
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