Every morning I fly into a rage because the denizens of this house which are currently a lot of MIL's sisters wake up early (around 4AM) and make tea and don't bother to wash the pots they make tea in, which results in no clean utensils for making tea when I wake up!
This is such a stupidly small and ridiculous issue but a problem nonetheless, and every morning I fish out the extremely nasty utensils that have tea and milk and ginger residue stuck to their sides and wash it before finally making tea.
I mean is there absolutely no common sense and no understanding of the fact that someone else after them might need these utensils?
Also there are only two good tea making pots and the rest are either without A handle or meant for induction (there's no induction plate in this house).
And this is a common phenomenon happening all the damn time.
Towards the evening as well after the housekeeper has washed the utensils the denizens use them up in succession and if someone else has to make tea, well, then wash it up!
I am such a mood each morning I shit you not! I can't stand it!
Also I've had to shift rooms because SIL's kid who's on the spectrum has to use the room they were previously living in last time when they visited and he created such a ruckus that I immediately volunteered to leave the room and shift into another one which has a smaller bed and cannot be shared by anyone else.
I spent yesterday cleaning the room and it's a much better place to be in, not least because it has a glorious bedside table and night lamp and an entirely separate exit and entry cut off from the house.
I'm so done here!
I want to leave. I'm screaming inside all the time. I just want to fuck off from this hellhole.
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