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xansYou know, if I've told them once, I've told them a thousand times: when you go out, turn things off. SAVE POWER. You know, since we pay the power bill and all that? But nooooo, fucking lights left on in empty rooms, the computer booted up and a program open. I can understand, say, leaving the computer on standby/sleep mode during the day, except for the whole, not at home for hourse on end thing. I mean, I make a concerted effort to shut my computer down each night, particularly since the broadband connection keeps my computer from going into sleep mode for longer than 30 seconds. And definitely if I'm going to be out for most the day.
And it's not just the power thing. I tell them to make sure that what can be recycled goes in the recycling bin each week, rather than the rubbish. But they just chuck everything in the rubbish. I asked them about it once, and they admitted to being too lazy to walk a few steps and open a couple of doors. I mean, wtf?
Then there's the clothes pegs. See, they're in a little basket that has a hook to hang off the line. And there's a perfect place for it to hang right at the end. But because Joe has to get on tippy toes to reach into the basket, he simply grabs the basket and puts it on the ground. And leaves it there. I spoke to him about it, you know, okay, fine, take it down if you must, but PUT IT BACK afterwards. Has he? Of course not.
The pair of them are terrible at bringing shit back. We've had to nag at them several times to get in the habit of returning the phone to its cradle. Because if they go out, and the phone rings, we can't get downstairs to it in time to answer. And then the hunt begins. But it's a hassle to remind them about the dvds all the time as well. Joe borrowed our vivid the other day, and I found it the day after when I went down to do laundry, lying in a puddle of spilled milk on the washing machine.
It's just so inconsiderate of the people around them. I get the the point when they ask to borrow something, I want to say no, because I'll have to remind them to bring it back. It's one thing to forget every once and a while. Everyone does that. I do that. But they forget pretty much every time. And any suggestions/requests I make, it's like, they feed me this line of "yeah, yeah, of course," (that is, if I don't get the automatic denial) that has all the sincerity of a blank piece of paper.
I try not to get worked up about this shit. But the fact of the matter is, while in general they are good kids (and how fucking wrong is it that I consider Joe, a month older than me, a kid?), they are just so self-centered that they continue to do all manner of little pet peeves that they combine into one big pet peeve. I try to make them more aware of the fact that it's irritating, but I see little to no improvement in behaviour. And it's not like they are children that I can discipline them.
I hate complaining abut it. I feel terrible that I'm constantly venting about my partner's son. I love Alan. I love living with him. I love our life together. But I just get so sick and tired of Joe being self-centred and a lazy thinker. The boy HAS brains. He just doesn't use them to finish a thought. Like using the sunscreen, telling me about it exploding in his hand, and finding out when I go to use it that he had put it back in the bag without wiping down the outside first.
Little things. They add up.
I just have to repeat to myself. Not my child. Not my problem. Not everyone thinks like me.
Be happy, be calm. I try.
Fin.
And it's not just the power thing. I tell them to make sure that what can be recycled goes in the recycling bin each week, rather than the rubbish. But they just chuck everything in the rubbish. I asked them about it once, and they admitted to being too lazy to walk a few steps and open a couple of doors. I mean, wtf?
Then there's the clothes pegs. See, they're in a little basket that has a hook to hang off the line. And there's a perfect place for it to hang right at the end. But because Joe has to get on tippy toes to reach into the basket, he simply grabs the basket and puts it on the ground. And leaves it there. I spoke to him about it, you know, okay, fine, take it down if you must, but PUT IT BACK afterwards. Has he? Of course not.
The pair of them are terrible at bringing shit back. We've had to nag at them several times to get in the habit of returning the phone to its cradle. Because if they go out, and the phone rings, we can't get downstairs to it in time to answer. And then the hunt begins. But it's a hassle to remind them about the dvds all the time as well. Joe borrowed our vivid the other day, and I found it the day after when I went down to do laundry, lying in a puddle of spilled milk on the washing machine.
It's just so inconsiderate of the people around them. I get the the point when they ask to borrow something, I want to say no, because I'll have to remind them to bring it back. It's one thing to forget every once and a while. Everyone does that. I do that. But they forget pretty much every time. And any suggestions/requests I make, it's like, they feed me this line of "yeah, yeah, of course," (that is, if I don't get the automatic denial) that has all the sincerity of a blank piece of paper.
I try not to get worked up about this shit. But the fact of the matter is, while in general they are good kids (and how fucking wrong is it that I consider Joe, a month older than me, a kid?), they are just so self-centered that they continue to do all manner of little pet peeves that they combine into one big pet peeve. I try to make them more aware of the fact that it's irritating, but I see little to no improvement in behaviour. And it's not like they are children that I can discipline them.
I hate complaining abut it. I feel terrible that I'm constantly venting about my partner's son. I love Alan. I love living with him. I love our life together. But I just get so sick and tired of Joe being self-centred and a lazy thinker. The boy HAS brains. He just doesn't use them to finish a thought. Like using the sunscreen, telling me about it exploding in his hand, and finding out when I go to use it that he had put it back in the bag without wiping down the outside first.
Little things. They add up.
I just have to repeat to myself. Not my child. Not my problem. Not everyone thinks like me.
Be happy, be calm. I try.
Fin.
