Excuses - I hate them

I can't stand with moo's have excuses for everything.
My mom babysits, she complains she can't keep her house clean because of the kids. Um... No it is because you are a sucky housekeeper and she can elect not watch those stupid kids.


My MIL complains she can't lose weight because she has given birth to 2 kids. Um... Yeah it was 28 years ago, I think 28 years in sufficient time to lose weight. Here is an idea, stop eating so much crappy food.


SIL won't excercise and is losing muscle tone to the point where they think she might not be strong enough to have the kid. Her excuse is the kid puts pressure on her bladder and she has to go to the bathroom all the time. Here is an idea, go the gym where they have bathrooms.


I get so tired of excuses by moo's, instead of owning their issues, they make excuses and blame their kids. Pathetic.

My mom babysits my brother's son who is 9 months old now, 2 days a week, all day long. The other 2 are 5 and almost 4. She often has to pick them up from school because of bro and SIL's work schedules. Then in the evenings, she will have the 3 of them sometimes, usually once a week while bro and SIL go out.

Mom's house is a fucking mess. She and dad were always Gods of the Almighty Clutter but since dad died 9 years ago, it has gotten MUCH worse and now that the grandbrats are here, it's worse yet. Mom retired in April and had all these plans of getting stuff done at the house but she's got no time. They live just next door so this shit is real handy.

Aside from what I've outlined, the kids are constantly over my mom's house in the evenings. Even if she's in the middle of something, they just barge in and she has to drop what she's doing. My brother and SIL have no respect for mom's time and just assume anytime the kids want to run over is just fine.

The kicker? He has the nerve to bitch about the fact that her house is such a mess. Well, um, HELLO, maybe you spend too much time catering to the neighbors?????

I especially hate the ones where their last kyd is about to enter first grade and they claim they are still trying to lose that "baybee weight". Then there are the ones who claim they are'nt organized, "since we had kyds", when the truth of the matter is that they have NEVER been organized. They also blame the kyds for running late when they ALWAYS ran late. My mother blamed her cluttered house on us for YEARS, and it continued to be a junkhole after my youngest sister moved out for YEARS afterwards. Yet, now she blames it on the grandbrats and they are only over there for a few days or hours at the time. No one but she and my father have lived in that house since 1989, but it's somehow OUR faults that it's still messy or the grandbrat's faults.

This past week when I visited it was obvious to me she had just had her maid out because it LOOKED all clean and you could tell the maid had been there. However, I could see the telltale signs of what was in actuality, a junky house. I found a pint of icecream in the freezer that I had bought LAST year when I visited, and there was the same exact pile of "stuff" on a desk in a corner. The refrigerator was an absolute disaster and was SO junked up I would have taken my life in my own hands had I opened ANYTHING like a cool whip container or a butter tub which could (and most likely were) food storage containers from yesteryear. Yet, mother had the AUDACITY to say, "Things just always get so cluttered up and unorganized when all of you girls are at home".

Yeah riiiight. I drove all the way down there (9 hours) and broke in during the middle of the night and put empty detergent containers all in the laundry room. After that I filled the frig with expired dairy products and science experiments that could put Alex Fleming to shame. Then, I sneaked into the linen closet and tossed everything helter skelter on the shelves and wadded up and threw some old plastic table cloths in the corner for good measure. Then I poured vacuum cleaner bags of dust bunnies under the furniture, ground some strawberry milk into the carpet, slopped some bacon grease on the backboard of the oven, spilled some cheese down onto the broiler racks and let it smoke the place up, but that was only after I strategically placed 4 or 5 packs of stale half loaves of bread about the kitchen in varying stages of rot, and opened 8 or 10 packs of crackers instead of eating the ones before it first. I also loosened up the lids to ALL of the sodas so that we could have 3 or 4 that were flat and jammed the icemaker so full of re-frozen ice cubes that it took a knife to pick off one cube.

Yeah, I hate excuses too and I always aspire NOT to make them as it's so obvious to others who are present.

Speaking of clutter, my grandparents haven't been living at their house for a couple of months, and my aunt has been going through it, cleaning it out in case it needs to go up for sale (like really, in this economy). She is finding porn and dirty cartoons stuffed into the back of drawers, into and under furniture, and hanging in musty bags on the cellar walls.

We KNOW these do NOT belong to my grand-FATHER. We just do. I could explain why, if anyone wants it, but I know you folks trust me.

Actually, there are lots of vintage Hustler magazines from the 1970's that are in really good condition, and I told my aunt not to throw them out, but give them to me. They are collectible.

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