Rant

[freyakitten]

OK, so I've cooked dinner, right? And OK, I haven't done the dishes and they're starting to pile up. But I've cooked, and I've picked up the junk mail my SO dropped in the entryway when he came in, and washed the clothes, and hung them out, and started another load, and swept the kitchen floor (badly needed it, hasn't been done since the last time I noticed I was wearing shoes to cook in so's not to get stuff on my feet), cleared all the stuff off of my dressing table that SO has left there for months (clearing using the method "Do we want this? No? Bin! Yes? Away!"), dusted said dressing table, moved all my medications from my bedside table where I keep putting books on top of them, AND THEN I am informed in an offhand manner by my SO that he hates living in a pigsty. ALRIGHTY THEN, if you feel so damn strongly DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!

Believe me I'm much calmer about this incident now than I was a couple of days ago when it happened.