Am I hard to live with?

9 Jun

Aaron, Hannah and I live with Aaron’s Grandma.  It’s mutually beneficial; she can’t afford to pay the bills by herself, so we pay all the bills, and we don’t have to pay any rent. Hannah gets her own playroom and bedroom, big backyard and plenty of Grandma cuddles.  Grandma gets her bills paid, doesn’t have to worry about falling in the shower and no one finding her for many days (an actual concern she had before we moved in), doesn’t have to do the vacuuming and cleaning, lawn mowing and if she’s not being ridiculously stubborn, has someone to do all of the other chores as well.

It took all of us a while to adjust to living together, but in the end, we got there (mostly).  Sure, we fight and annoy each other immensely sometimes, but that’s to be expected.

But now YaYa (Grandma’s daughter, Aaron’s mum, Hannah’s YaYa) is here too.  We’re all butting heads and driving one another crazy.  I don’t think any three women with families of their own can actually live together.  It doesn’t work.  Everyone thinks they are  the Mum, everyone has their own way of doing things which of course doesn’t correspond to anyone else’s way and drives each other nuts, and everyone thinks that their way is best.  Or maybe that’s just me….

I started thinking (yes, I do do that sometimes).  Maybe I’m the annoying one?

The other day, I went grocery shopping with Grandma (we always go together, but buy groceries separately, as she doesn’t eat any of the same things as us).  I bought an avocado.  Grandma got one for YaYa.  My avocado was picked out specifically to go in a salad the very next night.  I picked it out knowing that it would be plenty ripe (but not too ripe) and super delicious in that awesome salad.  YaYa’s avocado wasn’t as ripe.  I didn’t know if it would be ripe enough to eat by the next day.  Looking at them, I knew that if someone were to come along and eat an avocado, they’d choose mine.  The ripe and ready one.  Of course.  But YaYa’s avocado wasn’t bought lovingly with a specific fate in mind.  It could have been eaten at any time during the week.  I didn’t know when it would be eaten.  So I wrote my name on my avocado.  I, of course, thought this was a genius, logical and easy plan to make sure that my avocado didn’t get eaten and got to grace us with it’s presence in my delicious salad.

No one noticed my name on the avocado.  Humph. I suppose it’s hard to see when a) you’re not looking for it, and b) avocados are rather dark.  At least when they are ripe.  Naturally, I whinged about my avocado being eaten.  I had to open the other avocado and hope for the best.  If it wasn’t ripe, it would be wasted and my salad would suck.

It was fine.  Just ripe.

Then I found out later that not only did people not think my name writing on the avocado was a great stroke of genius, but they actually found it obnoxious, annoying, and childish.

One day, YaYa asked what she could do to help.  I told her she could do all the big dishes because our dishwasher is a bit special and doesn’t actually fit normal sized plates (the arm is on the bottom of the top rack, and it won’t spin if they are on the bottom, but they don’t physically fit on the top) and other big things like pots and frying pans.  “But don’t wash Hannah’s cups.  They have to go in the dishwasher.”

I used to be ok with washing her sippy cups in the sink with the rest of the dishes, but then one day I was washing up when Grandma came in and grabbed the little bottle washer thing that I use to get in all the nooks and crannies of the sippy cup lid.  That is the only thing I have ever used it for, and that is the only thing I ever wanted it to be used for.

The First Years Take & Toss Spill-Proof Cups – 7 oz Pack

Thing I use to clean Hannah’s sippy cup lids

“What are you doing with that?”  I asked Grandma possessively.  “That is only for Hannah’s cups.”

“Oh, I was just going to clean around the taps in the bathroom with it.”

Excuse me?  Just clean around the taps in the BATHROOM??!?!?!?!?!?!!! You’re going to use it to scrub away all that disgusting black stuff that builds up around the taps????????

I was mortified.  How many other times has Grandma used Hannah’s bottle brush to clean the bathroom? What else has she used it for?  After that, Hannah’s things were strictly dishwasher only, and if I find them in the dish drainer when Grandma decides that she needs to do the dishes, I take them out and put them in the dishwasher anyway.

The cans in the pantry are in nice organised rows.  There is a row for pasta sauce, one for canned fruit, one for canned vegetables, another for beans and spaghetti, one for soup, and one for recipe base packets.  There is a shelf for snacks, one for pasta/rice, another for cooking things (flours, sugars, etc.).  I think my system is wonderful, logical, and beneficial.  I know where everything is (and anyone else would too if they listened when I talk). I always know what I have, nothing ever gets lost amidst the chaos of an unorganised pantry, and I don’t spend ages looking for things.

I get cranky when someone messes up my rows of cans, puts a snack item on the cooking shelf, or pasta on the snack shelf.  Others don’t seem to take much notice of my system.  They throw things where ever, mis-align my can rows, think I’m pedantically organised.  Humph.

But I know what happens when you have an unorganised pantry.  Things get lost, you can’t find anything, you never know what you actually have, and then before you know it, you eat a can of something, and spend all night vomiting because it had been in there festering for years and years. Or you go to use something else only to find it’s 20 years out of date.

When I first moved here, I cleaned out the pantry to super organise it to my standards.  Everything was everywhere, you could spend an hour looking for a particular item.  I actually did find food that was 20 years out of date.  Yeah, I really did.  See, my pantry organising doesn’t sound so crazy now, does it?

I suppose I can understand why I’d be hard to live with, but you know what? I do everything for a reason, and in my mind, they are all very good reasons.

Am I hard to live with?

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18 Responses to “Am I hard to live with?”

  1. Sheri's DAD June 9, 2011 at 2:41 pm #

    Using the sippy cup special washer tool in the bathroom is the equivalent of girl wiping back to front — disaster and disease just waiting to happen

  2. LB(cruiseshipblogger) June 10, 2011 at 11:54 am #

    Flour in the pantry? I hope it is in an airtight container, or the weevils might find it. (The reason my flour moved to airtight containers on the counter. It used to live in the pantry.)

    You ARE a bit anal about Hannah’s schedule. No idea where you got that, YOU ate when you were hungry, slept when you were tired……

    There was a thing in Dear Abby the other day from a guy who said he had appreciated his stepdaughter coming over to help him around the house after some medical problem, I don’t remember what. Then one day he went to unload the dishwasher and found the toilet brush in there along with all the dishes. His question to Dear Abby was something about what to say to the stepdaughter when he refuses ever to eat at her house again.

    • Sheri (Mommy Stuff Blogger) June 10, 2011 at 1:41 pm #

      ew, toilet brush in the dishwasher! ICK ICK ICK!

      All the flours and things are in airtight containers in the pantry. We don’t have a weevil problem, it’s the moths, but we can’t really do anything about it because the eggs are always in there when you get the stuff. So annoying!

      P.S. Hannah works well on a schedule, and her schedule is based on when she gets tired and hungry.

  3. LB(cruiseshipblogger) June 11, 2011 at 9:12 am #

    ewwww moths, I HATE moths

    • Sheri (Mommy Stuff Blogger) June 11, 2011 at 11:34 am #

      I know, they are icky

      • Lauren (Sheri's Honorary Sister) June 15, 2011 at 11:01 am #

        You do know that the weevils turn INTO the pantry moths when they come out of their cocoons? The weevils crawl into something tasty (like flour or cereal or some other drygoods) create a little cocoon and some webs and then hatch into pantry moths that fly out at you every time you open the cupboard. EEEWWWWW!!

        Oh, and Sheri – it’s perfectly fine to be anal retentive about your home, but you probably will find that it’s impossible to expect others to understand what’s going on in your head when it comes to pantry organisation or brush usage. Even if you tell them, it’s unlikely that they will honour your requests, as they just won’t think of it!

        You learn this after living with a group of friends. No-one ever agrees on whos turn it is to wash up, or who should have changed the loo roll, etc etc. You just get used to it – it’s called “adapting”. 🙂

      • Sheri (Mommy Stuff Blogger) June 15, 2011 at 2:03 pm #

        I totally didn’t know that weevils turn into moths. I thought weevils were those potato bug things. hmmm… just a little bit special…

        fair enough about everyone having different ideas, but Hannah’s cup brush to clean the bathroom?????? That’s just *not *on. Plus I’m pregnant and hormonal, it’s hard for me to adapt. No, no, I just want to nest. NEST NEST NEST!

  4. Fire Crystals June 12, 2011 at 3:55 pm #

    I think I am part Sheri and part Yaya when organization is concerned.

  5. ninayelir June 14, 2011 at 5:45 am #

    Will come back and check out fully – from Monday blog hop. love the pictures.

  6. Carol June 15, 2011 at 12:43 am #

    Nope ~ not easy sometimes ~ Relationships are the hardest lesson in life ~ next to death ~ which is part of life also ~ Love your cartoons ~ they are yours? Enjoy each day and hope you can see the positive more than the negative ~ dropping by from Tickle Me Tuesday Blog Hop ~ enjoy ~ ^_^

    • Sheri (Mommy Stuff Blogger) June 15, 2011 at 2:01 pm #

      They sure are mine 🙂 Thanks for that, I’m trying to see the positive, and I don’t know if all these crazy pregnancy hormones (I’m 32.5 weeks pregnant…), but it’s really hard to at the moment.

  7. rholden7 June 16, 2011 at 2:24 am #

    I think everyone is hard to live with because like you said, everyone likes things to go their way, which is fine. I am definitely the same way with certain things aroud my house. The key is communication. WIth your avocado, you could have gone around telling everyone there’s an avocado with my name on it that I want to use in my salad tomorrow, that way when someone goes in the fridge for an avocado, they’ll know to look for your name. Any particulars you may have must be communicated clearly (although the cup brush being used for the bathroom was an example of not using common sense-yuck!).

    • Sheri (Mommy Stuff Blogger) June 16, 2011 at 6:31 am #

      Yeah, I’ve tried the verbalisation thing before, but that seems to go in one ear, out the other, so…. I suppose you’re right though, doing *both *might have helped.


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