Negative
Some have said this blog is negative. Correct. And yet somehow, not nearly as negative as the presence of our new roommate in our lives every single day.
T and I just went for a long walk and bike ride with friends. Our new roommate drove past us as she was leaving for her follow up appointment at Tria (not wearing the prescribed boot because it is hard to walk in) and she slowed down to tell me that she told Tessie to go close up the house if no one was going to be there and T refused.
I told her I wasn’t going to I can barely walk as it is.
Correct. But thanks for literally driving up to where I was to complain about my kid. You could just have easily told me you were leaving and asked if it was ok that the house was left wide open. I would have said yes and it would have been thoughtful. But that isn’t what she does.
We were gone for the duration of her appointment. She passed us again on her way home and I kid you not we could smell smoke when her car whizzed past us on the road. Like a cartoon.
I came in the house and the hollering started.
Tessie!
Tessie!
Tessie!
She is outside.
I was just going to give her shit about that tip jar out in the garden. I mean, she hasn’t done a damn thing in that garden.
Nope. (I didn’t mention it was the tip jar from the lemonade stand she was divvying up with her friends and then got left on the wall)
That kid just doesn’t have any interest in gardening.
None of us do.
The only thing, in fact, I have less interest in than gardening is having a completely non helpful adult in my house actively not taking care of herself and then negatively commenting on everything and passing judgement on my child.
I found out today that the paint stained laundry tub she is washing her dishes in doesn’t have hot water. I found out and she was complaining about the paint in the utility tub and how its gross to look at. This is why she had to go buy a scrubby thing.. but she didn’t think it would work without hot water.
WHOA. There isn’t hot water down there? Just bring your dishes up and run them through the dishwasher.
(insert super bitchy rude face here that sort of laugh talks) um. no.
Suit yourself.