"...and another thing...if I take the time to clean out the pantry and re-organize the shelves, I don't appreciate you putting away the groceries any old place in the pantry," Jill said to those she loved most in the world, prepared to defend this position for all she was worth and sue for emotional damages.
It amazes me how much things like this frustrate me. I take it personally when I see that someone has not taken the extra two steps to throw a piece of trash in the trash can. When I see a clean surface littered with papers I hear, "this house is just another place to put my crap so I can get out to the real world where it matters" (and heaven help them if they put it on the piano and defame music and art like that)! Everything about the nothing-ness of managing our stuff just defiles my sense of importance and yet seeing it all messy defiles my sense of beauty and pride of duty. I am the least physically able in the house and yet the responsibility seems to fall upon me...or if I go on strike, the judgment falls upon me.
I know this is much ado about nothing that people in the house are doing when they should be doing something but I am taking nothing personally!