I HATE CLEANING LADIES
I mean, I'm sure they're wonderful amazing people, but I HATE WHEN THEY COME TO MY HOUSE. Because for some reason my mothers feels it necessary to go into a mad FIT about the state of the upstairs because it's not "clean" enough for her to
clean. Therefore ALL of my stuff must be shoved in random places by my mother and then
when the cleaning lady comes, even though she's been here multiple times and must notice that the things are in a particular place every time she comes up, sees it fit to put my stuff in MORE random places. And it's not just dumb stuff like purses or paper, it's my school stuff. So I have to go dig in a big box of papers to find allllllllll of my school stuff.
Not to mention the lovely fact that whilst my mother is screaming I have a glorious pile of homework to do that I have to drop to clean my room before she guts me on the kitchen floor (no carpet, easy clean up). So I get to stay up extra late to study for a vocab test that I may or may not have! :):):):):)
Also, to add to the cheeriness of the evening, I have blisters on the webbing between my thumb and my pointer finger. Hooray! Writing will be so awesome tonight.
deep breaths... deep breaths...
they might be giants friday... deep breaths...
-maria