I Live with Piglets- Which you’d think would be fun… it’s not

The alarm goes off, I tap my wrist until it shushes.

Next thing I know the bathroom door is closing and Grand Master D is stepping in the shower.

I look at my phone, SHIT I slept in, I slept on the couch downstairs last night. The King is sick and had chills but I was hot.

I couldn’t put the air conditioner on or open the window so I grabbed my pillow and left. It happens, no one’s fault. The couch is comfortable too.

I rush, bleary eyed, to wake Miss Gremlin, she is not amused. I knock on the bathroom door as I come back past, “Time to get out”.

Will I every not have to kick this boy out of the shower?

I pour her cereal and grab her spoon, she’s big enough but I’ve always made their breakfast before school. I feel like I should. It’s what ‘good’ mothers do.

Tag team, she finishes and heads for the shower while he slumps into the chair in front of his cereal. Another day in that hell hole. ‘When will it be over’ he muses.

We exchange pleasantries , then he shuffles off to finish getting ready.

I hand out the lunch money and prod them both, they’re cutting it fine, we don’t need anymore late notes…

Oh yeah, make coffee, they finally leave barely on time.

It’s over, the morning rush, they make it even though we slept in. I pat myself on the back and move on with my day.

After working most of the morning dicking around on facebook  I need to use their bathroom, upstairs is too far, you know sore foot and all.

I haven’t been down the hall since they left but as I do, I see this,

followed by this,

and finally this…

Oh eM Gee, how many times have I reminded them to put their clothes in the basket and hang up their towels? 5 trillion? NO exaggeration there. NONE.

I pick up the towel in the hall, then something comes over me… fuck this! I’m not doing this anymore. I’m leaving it.

They’ll be home in an hour and they can fix it.

Question: How am I gonna get through to them the pick up after themselves? Seriously! The age old question…

Clearly reminding them doesn’t work.

Kids are so annoying!