It's not my fault that someone in the house is never pleased w the way
things turned out.
That things aren't done on time, or located at the
right position, or that I have lazy siblings.
They have stopped listening to my orders or advice since they were 5 years
old.
I don't care. Don't want to care that you don't like the way the house is run, because I've done my part.
If you want my help, you'd open your mouth to ask and if you didn't, I'm not handing out free help.
Not in exchange for more sharp words and blame.
I hate waking up to yells because some teenager refuses to get out of bed. I'm not responsible for what the said teenager does in the wee hours, and therefore should not be punished, because I, being a good girl, have gone to bed at a decent hour.
I'll get myself ready by the appointed hour, and will try to get my siblings ready too, but I'm not responsible for them ok? I can no longer drag them to the bathroom, stuff a toothbrush in their hand and then try to dress them.
I've been appointed to do this, this and this, and I've done them.
I cannot pretend that I like doing chores, and I especially don't see why I've to try so hard, when others living in the same house are unconcerned.
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