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Bah. My sister and her kids are out on the street. Again.

And my housemate’s are fighting again.
I heard and yelling at each other in the kitchen, and the door to the laundry room, which is 6 inches from my bedroom door, slamming several times. When I came out to ask what their problem was this time, of course they accused eachother. And both denied the door slammed. They claimed they were just trying to “close” it and it sounds like slamming in my room. No, I know the difference between a door being closed and being SLAMMED. Then they said it was because the door was already closed and the girls were slamming the front door, which caused the laundry room door to rattle. I don’t think so.
They were fighting because Gunilla was cleaning the sink and asked Thomas to empty the dishwasher for her so she could put dirty dishes in. Her back is out again so she couldn’t bend over to take dishes out of the lower rack. Thomas, in his usual way, decided he didn’t want to do what she asked, so he was going to sweep the floor instead and declare that he doesn’t care what she wants, she’s being illogical and he’s “tired of no one else taking responsibility for cleaning the house.”
That pissed me off. At that point I walked over to him, got right in his face, and told him “Thomas, I clean out that sing every single day. I’m the only one who does the dishes around here. So I don’t want to hear about no one else doing anything to clean, since YOU are the one who puts the most dirty dishes IN the sink.”
Kudos to Gunilla for making an effort on the sink. That is my single biggest pet peeve: that she cooks, but never cleans up after herself. There’s this tenant in the “Flylady” program that one should always “polish your sink”. She was trying to get back on track with that. I wish her luck.