It has been nearly a month...

I have yet again been remiss in my blogging duties. I shall use this time (arguably) wisely in a little bit of a rant.

RANT 1:

Now I love my family hugely. Like really a lot. From talks with pals and things I really don't think I know all that many people who get on as well with their parents as I do. I think we are more friends really now that I am grown up (ish) than parents/daughter, brother/sister. It does remind me in some ways of living back at uni. We only put out the trash when it really gets ridiculous, there will be those who avoid doing the washing up/stacking the dishwasher, the same ones do the cooking, there are those who do their laundry more often, and finally there are those who will not clean at all be it lounge, bathroom, kitchen, or other....

Of course, it raises the same contentious issues as it always has. There are little wrangles about people doing more from time to time, and arguments about the state of a room *not naming names -RJ's bedroom-gross!* I think some of us have to come to an equilibrium. Dad cooks, Mam washes clothes (except mine- my clothes always come back far too small- even so my mam can't get into them!), I will stack dishwasher, do my ironing and washing, occasionally clean the bathroom and lounge as and when the scummy-ness dictates! It is not as gross as it seems... I promise... I am just a bit of a neat freak- although I have far too much clutter to be really tidy all the time, I do have to have everything CLEAN and in the right place. It annoys me when I can't find something.

Anyway there is a point to highlighting the strange housework arrangements... I am feeling a little bit aggravated at the moment with my brother, who is still unemployed but doesn't seem to do any housework unless he is getting paid for it. Now, I pay housekeeping and I do my own washing (which he doesn't) and I still have to participate in household chores without payment. I am just a little bit bitter about it, so I have been on strike for the last few months and have refused to do anything but my own washing.

This week I crumbled. I cleaned the bathroom. I could stand it no longer, especially since I like baths. I am annoyed at myself. Now I know why my Mam and Dad give up trying to make things happen by striking. Like strikes in general.... they rarely pull off the desired results. :(

OK rant 1 over. Love ya Bruv, but sort it out....

RANT 2

Another rant on the reason I haven't blogged in a while. As weird as it sounds, I find blogging a rather personal thing despite broadcasting it on the Internet to a mix of some random strangers and those I know. I used to use my laptop in my room and blog there for privacy and space to think. Since my Mam has changed jobs, her company laptop had to be returned and my laptop has been put in its place in the office. I am not used to sharing my laptop and I do not like it. I usually share well but not my baby, Ethel. Having had two crashes since it has been downstairs in the office, once because someone had "accidentally" downloaded cartoon porn *unimpressed face*, I have been unable to get on it...

my Mam works on it for her private Health and Safety jobs she doe

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my Bruv is addicted to Facebook, Bebo, Friendz (?), and other Internet activities

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my Dad is always playing either poker or snooker on it

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No time for me to get on it

Pants.

Sucks.

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I need to learn how to share.

I think that is the only two problems I am having difficulty adapting to. Considering I have been home for ten months these are the only two things I have a problem with, one of which was constantly a problem whilst I was in digs whilst at uni. I guess it is just a case of flexibility and adaptability. I feel better for just getting it out of my system!

Love ya Family really XXXX