The Official SIMplicity Vent Thread

I had a very surreal start to the day. Mom woke me up at 7AM screaming for me to come into her bathroom. I thought she hurt herself or there was a fire or something major. But no. There was a dying mouse on the floor. I guess it ate some of the rat poison we threw under the trailer and decided mom's bathroom floor would be the best place to drop. I was mega groggy and was like "wtf mom" but she was freaking out so she made me put on some gloves and put it in a grocery bag and throw it away outside the before the trash truck came. I feel bad for not putting it out of its misery but it was so close to death anyway. It was also so cute and I was close to tears.

I later asked her why she didn't just take care of it herself and she said she was too freaked out and that I was "Ok with handling things like that" because I once had two pet rats. Yes mom, LIVING pet rats. That she would sometimes pet and on occasion hold. I wasn't even there when they died. My dad buried them for me. So what made her think that was OK?

On top of that, she asked me to clean her bathroom because she has trouble bending. The tub was terrible. It's still terrible because I'm having trouble cleaning it. She never asked me to clean before so about two years worth of soap buildup and mildew are just piled on. The scrubby pad I bought gave out half way through and the cleaner has bleach in it and I'm super sensitive to bleach. We need a new tub in her bathroom anyway but OMG. Why didn't she ask me to clean it before?

I'll be skipping my daily bike ride today. I've had enough exercise just cleaning.

I did. It turns out we're developing mold under the faux tile because LOL TRAILER SHOWERS ARE SHIT and a magic eraser didn't work on the mold.

It's OK. We're getting a new tub/shower setup soon.

PSA: Kaboom is toxic. Avoid it like the plague.

I feel kinda pressed by work. Of course it means dough is rolling my way but having to do three commissions at once over the next few months is kinda heavy for me.

I'll have to grin and bear it.

Technology and I are not getting along well lately. In the past couple days:

- I lost nearly all the songs on my phone
- I lost several paragraphs in a story I've been working on and now I need to redo some of the research I did for those
- The internet has been going off and on at random, and I lost the first draft of this post due to it switching off as soon as I tried to post.

It's been two years since my stepdad died and my mom is just now feeling it. That's not to say she wasn't grief stricken after he passed or any other time after that, but she mostly held it in so long that now she can't hold it in any longer. She cries at random times, she yells, she gets angry. It's like watching a toddler throw a tantrum and there's nothing I can say about because I know I have to just let her grieve.

But she's getting to the point where she's saying things she doesn't mean. Like she hates our dog (who's only a year old and is a GSD so she's incredibly hyper and immature) and that she wants to get rid of her. Ten minutes later she breaks down and cries and says "I won't get rid of her, I just can't handle her right now." This only recently started happening. It's just the tip of the iceberg. I know that the next couple weeks are going to be hell. She may get worse. She may get to the point where I tell her off but I know I can't because I'll end up just making it worse.

I almost told her off after what she said about our dog. She won't admit it but I know she's upset because that dog is more attached to me despite the fact that it was supposed to be HER dog and I was supposed to stay away when she was a puppy. I tried to make it so the dog didn't bond to me but it happened and now I feel guilty because I know it loves me more than her and despite being an high drive little shit, I love the hell out of her too.

I really don't know how I'm going to make it through these next two weeks if this escalates.

I failed Behind the wheel. I either have to pay to take private lessons or wait until I am 18.

Colleagues being married with their phone instead of just working...