Cranky

Fair warning- I'm cranky today. I think my whole life my enclosed family has thought that I was prissy and cranky because my dad and brother can endure anything in rural life and I'm a pansy- or don't like to rough it if I'm not ready. Now, mind you, I have always thought that I would thrive in Laura Ingalls Wilder times. I would love to cook by woodstove, haul water in from a well, feed chickens and sheep of a morning and take turns stocking the fire at night. But lately, I've been downright cantankerous about my modern life. I don't know if it just sucks or if I just complain too much. Ummm actually probably both, but I don't know which people more see. Maybe you can judge. I will just start with some things at the top of my head. Now, a disclaimer, I'm pretty mean and stubborn and like things done MY way. Who doesn't? I almost always get what I want -for myself- it's for me, why not have it MY way? So I'll vent about our laundry situation: I was talking to my Aunt Patty after church today about how all my dad wanted for Father's Day plans was to catch up on laundry. This is a joke. If you've been following me and my personal life, you know that I absolutely LOVE doing laundry. This is not sarcasm. I love it. I love sorting it, washing it, hanging it up to dry (what we do to save money at the farm) or put it in the dryer so it comes out nice and fluffy (towels and the such), folding, hanging up, ironing, whatever. I love to do laundry. I've loved to do laundry for as long as I can remember. ( I don't MIND doing dishes as long as I don't have to unload the dishwasher, and I haven't been in a situation in a while where I have to handwash the dishes so we won't get into that now). My dad has done the laundry at this house for years. Like I was starting high school maybe even before that, that long ago. He kinda washes everything weird. It doesn't matter if the tshirts and jeans wash and dry together to him- he likes blue underwear and blue shirts. It's kinda like accidentally washing a red sock with your whites only worse. He doesn't use bleach or fabric softener but here is the WORST part: he lets the "clean" laundry set in the basket outside the machines for days in turn or when he gets a chance to be put in the dryer or hung up. THEY MILDEW. or they smell like they've mildewed, and my dad, 60 years old this year, cannot smell this. He can smell my scentsy when he walks in the room to the point where he coughs and throws a fit and if you spray air freshener after you use the restroom, he usually has to leave the area, and candles are just torture devices to him, but he can't smell the MILDEW in the towels. THEN he dries them. yes. dries them after they've mildewed. And he doesn't care that when you dry off after a shower with a mildewed towel that you now smell like mildew- he CANNOT smell. My eye is actually twitching over this right now. Needless to say, I do my own laundry and have since i was like 9. Over the past couple of years, mom has started doing her own laundry but in the past year, dad has done all the laundry (don't get me wrong we love that he does stuff for our family and helps around the house) and so now mom is like, umm now that Amber is here, let's rewash all the laundry. Dad hasn't stopped doing the laundry though. He won't stop either and it's starting to be like when your 4 year old helps fold the towels and they are just haphazard and unpresentable and you refold them? (Wink wink Ashtin) and so we just let Dad "do laundry" . So that is a Major frustration in my daily life. It sucks living with this smell in your house.

Did I mention it's 87 degrees in this house right now? :)
And I'm sweating in places women DO NOT have sweat glands :)
And that my hair sweats when I'm just sitting down and I haven't slept under a sheet or covers in 3 weeks and I have to sleep with my door shut because Hugo wanders the house at night and wakes Dad up if he even steps on a paper? :)
It makes me soooo frustrated. I was trying to get ready to go out last night (the first time in a couple weeks) to see my friends, and I couldn't put my skirt on because I was sweating so bad so I had to put it on over my head so I could pull it and the sweat down? I left in a huff and did my hair and makeup in the Walgreens parking lot. This is not a joke.

This morning I woke up and nothing in my closet was acceptable. Too hot to wear anything and I almost wore sleep shorts and a tank top, but I didn't. That wasn't a big thing. I did my hair and makeup in the church parking lot this morning. Then after church, I wanted greasy, cheap Chinese food from the mall- you know the stuff. It's all one color so it's got to be good right? That's my philosophy on food by the way. Fried chicken, sauteed squash, mashed potatoes, and a yeast roll- are all in the same slice of the color wheel. So they've got to be good and good together. Anyway, my parents wanted Panda from Springdale ( I used to throw a FIT over eating there as a teenager because it's gross buffet food and gross people that don't watch their children while they wipe their nose and then dig into the fried rice and jump in front of you and don't say sorry or excuse me-another reason i don't like to eat at Golden Corral or Cici's pizza amiright?) and so to save gas, I rode with them (we take separate vehicles because they go to Sunday school and I meet them for church) and I swear, my dad's deodorant filllled the little car and my brother jerked the steering wheel back and forth between the dotted and solid lines more than I could count. Gives me a headache right? Just what I need before loading up on MSG. Am I complaining too much? Is this annoying? Lemme know. Also, the air in the CRV doesn't really work well bc the energy is focused on the motor, not the lights and accessories.

Anyway-I could not wait to get home. I took ib profeun. Rubbed an embarassing amount of icy hott on my back and shoulders, checked my prescription for Xanax, and layed down and popped in a movie that somehow drowned out the war movie that my dad and brother were watching on volume 70 in the living room. Shouting and guns and slander! Who wouldn't want to hear that?!

Maybe I should buy a stun gun.

So,  I'm curiously interested, do you think I am justified in being annoyed?
Or do I need to toughen and shut up?

Also, this, along with most of my posts in the past ohhh 21 years are man bashing. I don't hate my male family-obviously... they just drive me a little town south of nuts most days.
I'm sure I'll have all male children to compensate for this- don't worry.
I'm very appreciative of my dad's dedication and compassion to this family especially over the past year, and I know that things could be A LOTTTT worse. I'm very grateful that he has lived up to his better or worse vows and that he's been very caring and sensitive as best he can towards my wonderful mother.
He's never raised a hand to us, and showed love the best way he could. He never smoked or even drank in front of me until I was legal enough to drink myself. He's been loyal to his wife and family. He hates my cat, but so do lots of people (Oh I know who you are)... and so Happy Father's Day to him. Sorry I'm lame about being a daughter, but sometimes, June 19th is really just a Sunday.

So more thoughts later.

I'd like to hear yours now.>>>> GO!