Mom Is Giving You The Crappy Jobs

| SC, USA | Related | June 3, 2017

(One of our cats gave birth six weeks ago, and until the kittens are big enough to have the run of the house, they’re living in an enclosed area in our basement. They’re having a little trouble learning to use the litter box, so we sometimes find “accidents” on the floor. We’re also trying to get them weaned — right now they eat twice a day in addition to nursing. Normally Mom feeds them, and while she’s there she notices any problems in their enclosure and deals with them. One day she has to rush out of the house around their lunchtime. I volunteer to do several chores including feeding the kittens, but I’ve already committed to doing a job online for pay within the next hour and a half, so I’m in a hurry. When she gets home, we have this conversation:)

Me: “Okay, I did the dishes and fed the kittens. One of them pooped on the floor, and I wasn’t really confident in my ability to clean it up plus I was in a rush, so I thought you or [Brother] might take a look at it.”

Mom: “Did you even TRY to clean it up?”

Me: “Well, no. All there was down there was paper towels, I didn’t know what I was doing, and besides, like I said—”

Mom: “God-d***-it, [My Name]!”

(She stomps downstairs muttering about “delegating” and how “she has to do everything.” My brother suggests that next time, even if I can’t get it all, I should do my best to clean it up before saying anything. The next day, Mom hurts her knee and wants to rest it by not going down the stairs, so I feed the kittens again.)

Me: “One of them pooped on the floor again. I did my best to clean it up but it left a smear behind.”

Mom: “All right, we’ll get down there and clean it better tomorrow.”

(The next day, Mom’s knee is feeling better so we go downstairs to clean the enclosure.)

Mom: “Look at this! Someone did a half-a**ed job of cleaning this cat s***, and it’s left a stain. That’s going to be permanent! If you’re not gonna do it right, just come get me!”

(So… when I came and got her, I was a lazy good-for-nothing who wouldn’t even try. When I tried, I was an idiot who should have just gone and gotten her. I suppose what I should have done was magically found a way to make pooped-on blankets pristine again in five minutes using only a damp paper towel. From now on I’m not even saying anything. Let HER find it, and unless she can prove it was there when I fed them last, it’s her problem.)

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