I should have been named Cinderella
Seriously, I should have been named Cinderella. Most of my family doesn't give a damn about how clean the house is or how it is running, except for my mom who constantly complains about how crappy the house is, but won't do anything about it!!! So, I generally try to clean up to make it look nice and hide the rooms I'm unable to do. Now, my brothers are treating me like their maid or housekeeper: "Alyce, can you put up the rockband stuff?" "Alyce, find my Star Wars dvds" "Alyce, stop singing as you work, because I hate hearing you sing" "Alyce, can you clean up the cat poop so I can get a shower?"--it goes on. What is even worse is that dad does nothing and mum does little to stop this. The only time she intervenes is when I get seriously pissed and react. My brothers and dad then come by a few minutes later and make the room messy again. They still fucking expect me to clean it. Mum's been saying she'll pay me, but she'll be saying that for almost a year now.
The boys seriously need to grow some balls and clean up their junk and their room and contribute to the other rooms of the house. Same for dad. Mum just piles her stuff up into huge mountains of papers. So now, I'm trying to balance high school, ballet, and the house and matienence.
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