Currently there are too many people at my house. It’s driving me up the wall.
When all I want is a moment of peace and quiet, someone is invariably yell-talking about stupid shit. Or I come downstairs to find that someone has splattered grease all over the stove and counter and left the mess for me to clean up.
“Thank you for welcoming me into your home… I fried a bunch of stuff in the pan I left on the counter. And I didn’t rinse off any of my dishes. You’re welcome.”
My stomach has constantly been in knots and I feel like I’ve been locked into a stressful situation that I’m never going to get out of.
Oh, and since the number of dudes has exceeded the capacity for commonsense, there’s been lots of instances of the toilet seat left up and urine splattered everywhere. I’m nearly to the point of posting a mandatory “Sit to pee” policy sheet on the bathroom door. Because I can’t handle the grossness on top of the inability to flush a toilet.
Seriouly, the rim of the toilet is disgusting. I don’t want to see it. And I especially don’t want to see it after someone has left their DNA samples all over it. If this was CSI and you were the bad guy, you’d already be in jail.
Anyways, back to attempting to write while surrounded by loudmouths and degenerates. Sigh.
Ugh. I’m an extreme introvert so feeling besieged by the world in my own home, with guests taking over everything, is the worst.