I'm number three!!!
I think I mentioned that my middle daughter and her boyfriend have rented an apartment close to the airport (where she works) and Mall of America (where he works.) They started moving their stuff last Thursday, leaving a bit of a mess behind. Mostly in her bedroom but also the middle of my living room because for some reason DD always stages everything from the middle of the living room.
This is their priority for setting things in order:
First they will clean up after themselves at BF's mom's house, because she is a freak-out queen or something and is having panic attacks over the whole move in general and the mess left in their lower level where BF had been living.
Second they need to get their own place in order because they have furniture (ie - the waterbed) to assemble and everything they own is in boxes. They wish to set their lovely new apartment in order.
Third, they will come back here and right the mess they left in my house. This? Is my reward for being generally even-tempered and reasonable. I am the last priority. I can wait. Pff.
I need to work on my bitchiness, don't I?
*practises snarl & squint-eye in the mirror*
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Welcome to the take-mother-for-granted club.
Ow.
You'd think taking care of the loose ends, like messes at someone else's house, would take priority. Then you could devote yourself entirely to your own place without the distraction of having to go back to clean up.
I think you should be the Number 1 mess-maker at her place.
That snarl was very scary. It alost made me hop on a plane and come to clean your house.
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