Words cannot express how pissed off I am right now.
The kids took his bag of chips out of the room and I get griped at cause I took 2 handfuls of chips. You know as if I ate the whole fucking bag of chips. This is a regular occurance lately. It's as if people think its alright to blame me for things that are out of my immediate control.
Also decided to do dishes since noone else in this fucking house can be bothered to do them. I took 2 completely full bags of garbage that had been in the hallway for a week out to the can. I started on cleaning my room and still somehow am watching children that are not mine while their dad sits locked in his room playing the new Elder Scrolls Online game on PS4 ignoring the world.
While this might sound like a jaded rant it's more or less a cry for help to get me out of this house once and for all.
I don't mind watching kids when they're not here but I am not going to sit here and watch them all day and night everyday. I'm limited in mobility and my sanity is also limited. It doesn't mean that I should have all of this dumped on me day in and day out.
If something doesn't change soon I'm going to do the same thing I've done before. I'll take my things and find a willing soul to come rescue me so I can get the hell out of here and regain some of my freedom and sanity that watching kids and doing 90% of the house work has cost me.