Lions and tigers and bears.. and not seeing the forest for the trees...

Hrumph!

Hormones are raging.

Home from TAFE to snarling exchange with GG (who most likely has her own hormonal issues). Decided she doesn't want to "Do" anything anymore at TAFE. Last week we decided that this was ok. She just wants to move out, work, and live her life.

Pah.

Wouldn't we all????????

She's had a wonderful weekend tripping around the countryside with her friends.
I guess that's 1 out of 3. A request in regard to a job application that SHE was keen on pursuing, and hasn't bothered about, sparked the exchange. Lots of time to spend with friends in the last week, and recovering from said fun. Too busy to due anything of any real importance, it would seem.

She does nothing around the house, including washing up (once or twice a fortnight at most) unless it is nagged out of her. Won't help out by cooking, but will happily cook her self cheesy 2min noodles courtesy of her Pop's fridge and cupboard, an hour before tea time. Doesn't wash up her mess, either. She never puts anything away; you can always see where she's been. Tonight, when I arrived home and commenced cooking tea, I noticed the residual mess from her meal preparation. When challenged (too strong a term, really), about her lack of consideration of other housemates, (ie, me asking why she didn't start some veges for tea since she'd been home for quite a while, rather than just look after herself, she said "fine, I won't eat then". Me, I say, "Well, if you won't contribute to the household, then maybe you shouldn't".. She has lived here with Nanandpop for over a year, rent-free, and has never even lifted a duster or even dreamed about cleaning the bathroom, despite repeated requests on my part. Her bedroom: most likely quarantined by council. She washes her clothes occasionally, and puts them straight into the drier... Hang them on the line? What? That would take effort... She has been continually asked not to smoke in her room, but this has been disregarded as well. A real risk of fire....She always owes Pop money for the utilities. Tonight, I told that she is just a sponge, sucking whatever she can get. I'm over it.
I don't have a problem with her wanting to live "her own life", but with that choice comes responsibility. Such as actually having to pay one's own way, and consider others around you and contributing to the household. She is working 1 or 2 days each week, but is not eligible for benefits as she is a "Full-time"student (that's a joke); I mentioned to her that now that she's not going to TAFE anymore then she can probably register for unemployment benefits but since that entails actually going to Centrelink, which she detests, it's doubtful. And she'll actually have to apply for jobs and attend interviews. And report to Centrelink again.

She just can't wait to "Move out and Be her own person".......... Neither can I. Actually, I thought she did that last year. Except that it's not really all that much fun. Especially when your lifestyle keeps you broke. And you can't get out of your own way to change it.

Growing up sucks. It only gets harder, especially if you do it the hard way.

Anyway, she stomped off to burlesque dancing (in the car that I pay for); she might as well enjoy it while she can "afford" it..........

I hate the way our communication sucks like this, more often than not these days. But I'm tired of repeating myself. And making excuses.

But I know that I'm not alone. And as she says, "at least I'm not doing ice , Mum.....".

And she'd better not either.

Every time I've wanted to publish a post like this one, I've stopped myself out of respect for the feelings of all involved. Tonight, I just decided to..... Actions and consequences.

I'm ready.

And dinner's cooked, so Pop and I will pass a quiet meal together. There's never much to say.

Nite all.

xoxoxoxo