i updated this.
what do i even do…?
i wake up hearing loud noises in the house so i ran out with my handy pencil, idk i grabbed whatever. i go to the kitchen, slightly dark but my pupils focus and i just see my dad squatting down. i wait a few seconds in silence then i just hear him grunting. i realized that he is literally and absolutely taking a fat dump on the floor.
at this point i burst out laughing in shock and disbelief, its in the middle of the night, im tired, and i have school tomorrow. i walk to my mom’s room trying to collect myself and it seems she knows too. she’s sitting down on her bed in disappointment, utter disbelief, and just gave up. i walk back out to the kitchen and turned on the lights cuz it seems he ran to the restroom down the hall.
there i see,
…
an enormous dookie in a drawer. pants and a singular sock on the floor. this man must’ve had to go because he literally ripped the drawer out of the cabinet. JUST HOW???
i just dont know what to do anymore. and now he’s snoozing on our couch, just a shirt and his drawers on.
i sprayed the crap out of my newly bought watermelon berry air freshener all around the house to the point where it is almost empty, i also carefully grabbed the drawer with gloves on and put it outside.
if i dont see this man clean it all up by the time i come home from school, i am absolutely losing it. goodnight everyone and good morning for anyone else.
update -
he didn’t do anything to clean up as i came home. im one second away from crashing out but there’s no point.
nothing had me frustrated and just irritated than cleaning all piles of dishes he left, i made meals, i tidied up the house. i knew he wouldn’t do anything, but i know i have to clean it all up, i dont want my mom to feel the same as i did when i came home, thinking she will have to do all the work. she’s already working hard.
idk what to do anymore.