Let's complain and whine!!!

I have SO much that I need to do, and here I sit smack dab in the middle of a flare! It's supposed to be 114 (the ACTUAL temp, not the heat index) and at 8:45am, I'm already all puffy. Trying to get my house spiffy so we can put it on the market, found our dream house but have to sell our current house (which oddly enough was our dream house at one time!) Need to take kids to do back to school shopping, I need to get my hair colored (I've got 3 inches of roots hanging out, NOT attractive at all!) I have 12 cases of water in the back of my SUV that I need to drop off at church (the teens have camp next week, we always donate cases of water and snacks) which reminds me.. I need to make the 2 hour trip to Sam's Club to get the snacks to donate. UGGGGGGGGGGGH!!! The cat has been hacking up fur balls, nobody in my house knows how to change the dang toilet paper roll or load/unload the dishwasher and my husband doesn't grasp the concept of a laundry basket. He comes home from work and you can see a trail of clothes every place he's been in the house!! Shoes at the door, shirt on the kitchen floor, socks in the living room by his chair, hat on the coffee table.... it's like he is leaving a trail so he doesn't forget the way back to the dang door!

Ok, now I feel slightly better having vented.

Anyone else, please feel free to post your vent!! Let's complain and whine together, darlings!

I just vented on the wrong post. I feel your frustration, I am flat on my back again and that isn't helping the pain today. So why am I still laying here? If I am going to hurt, I may as well clean the house while hurting, right? The birds room looks like a seed bin and a paper shreeder exploded and then the birds pooped all over it. It is also my catch all/storage room, so to go in there to clean up will take the rest of the day or week if I don't stay off this bed. I spent yesterday painting 2 windows and finished them. Then last night I hear a crash, go check it out and my cat has this really strange look on her face and one of the windows is broke. I couldn't find any cuts on the cat, I guess it just scared her. But now I have to take out the glass and replace it. Arghhhhh. I can clean up a room and by the time i get all the rooms done you can't tell I did the first one. I have too many pets. And my boy friend can not put a dish in the dishwasher, 12" away from where he piles them....What are we to do? Good luck to you, we just have to keep cleaning up behind them til we die, then someone else can do it

I love this thread! A whole topic made and devoted to venting our feelings.

I feel like I hold it in so many times throughout the day, and it feels good to be able to come on here and do it without getting that "stop-whining-you're-such-a-baby" look.

Your families sound so much like mine. If I am not cleaning every minute of the day, our house turns into a pig sty! My husband gets after the kids for not cleaning up after themselves, yet he leaves a trail behind him every where he goes. Why should they pick up after themselves when Dad does not? They have grown up with the example he has set. Clothes are left everywhere, dirty dishes all over, and no one can throw things away-even with a trash can setting a few feet away. And the toilet-with two guys living here...UGH!!! It's become my pet peeve. With it being two grown men, this should not be a problem.

I've tried crying, begging, and pleading. At times, I have resorted to yelling. At these times, they have shaped up for a few days, and then fallen back into the same old grind. They like to blame my day care kids for the mess. However, the daycare kids cause very little of the mess, as they are better at picking up after themselves than my husband and kids are. Not to mention, the day care kids sometimes even make comments when I am having to pick up after my family. If they can realize it, my family members surely can. I have reached the point where I usually don't touch the kids rooms unless I feel that they are becoming a health or fire hazard. Then I usually say something to them about cleaning them up. This normally works with my daughter. It sometimes works with my son. They do not want me to go in and clean their rooms, as I just start randomly throwing things away. I usually just concentrate my efforts on the main part of the house, as this is more than enough.

Yes indeed, i agree with the others. Don't feel bad about making your children help out, that being little girls either, it will benefit them now and in the future... helping them to be strong, assertive, organised, responisble and respectful. They can learn to enjoy it and help Mom out. You can orchestrate and have them follow a plan to get it executed in no time. Chop that to-do list down with some good ole kiddo teamwork and cooperation. You'll be amazed at how much can get accomplished! And it all starts with YOU, GENERAL :)

I hear ya Steppingstone - And boy oh boy, those boys! My daughters are awesome little soldiers when it comes to cleaning, and they love looking at what they've accomplished and enjoy being comfortable in the spaces they've organised etc. Now my son, the oldest who is now 17. He pretty much stopped being neat at age 10. Wow, his room is usually pretty scary and thinks cleaning it up consists of piling stuff on top of stuff and covering it up.

The only way it gets done the right way is 1, if i do it, or 2 if i orchestrate and literally stand in there and tell him where to put what, and what to hang up and fold, section by section. So til this very day i have to instruct him or it will not be up to par. Hopefully he'll straighten that out in the future like yours did, or like you said 'she' might of. My older brother had a dump dungeon for a room, and now he's married with 1 child and a neat freak... So there you go.

Ok, y'all whine, I'll pass the cheese.

For those whining about the condition of your homes, you are no longer superwoman!!!! Leave it alone! If the laundry piles up, just do your own. They can learn how. TP? Let it run out. They will learn fast on that one! Dishes? Oh well, there's the stuff.

It's called tough love, and you have to love yourself first!!