After we forced the kid to have a shower even though he carried on because the foot had to be inside a bag, inside another bag and sealed with medical tape (all for a minor toenail operation done 1.5 weeks ago mind you); I found the soggy bags laying on the bedroom floor with the clothes that needed the stick removal (I made the Squeeze get them and take them to the laundry because I sure as hell wasn’t touching them). Then we had the “tinea” issue – yeah, thanks for alerting us to the fact that the kid has a fungus! Common courtesy would suggest that maybe, she should give us a heads up to that. But no… Not this bitch.
I’m to the other extreme of this family of sloths and I’d rather be stripped naked, covered in honey and staked to an ants nest than use anyone else’s towel; so the last time the fungus came to town, I got out of it unscathed. The Squeeze was not so lucky, acquiring “jock itch” or some sort of fungus in the penis region.
So the laziness, the fungus, the sheer unadulterated lazy bitchiness of it all… WTF? For your information, I’m wearing a bright red summer dress; I’m not in a maid’s costume! And I can’t even blame the kid because this is the fault of the parents. I already know what Kid 2’s place is like – it’s the new ‘clean freak hell’. Kid 1 – wouldn’t know but knew the state of his room at clean freak hell. Now this budding little pig inflicted on society!
We were in the car for a long time today so I was doubly glad I’d pushed the shower, change of clothes thing, but sorry I’d washed his school uniform too – I should have left that for her and next time, I’ll make sure it’s secured in a plastic bag dirty and she can gag when she opens it!
Frankly, I’m tipping none of that will be done.