Just Clean The Freakin Bottle!!!!!!

I have a little whiny rant to get off my chest. This is completely stupid and dumb, but I need to get it out. stop reading now if you like.

Ok… so I work all freakin day. That is a given. I’m up at 4 AM and I don’t get home until after 5 PM. Once I get home I am immediately the mother. I usually nurse Jonathon, play with him, eat dinner, feed him dinner, bathe him, play with him, put him to sleep… by this time it’s around 8 o clock. I then have time to maybe do some laundry or straighten my room (if its even clean enough to get away with a straightening). If I’m lucky I can sit and watch some tv and knit/crochet or read a book or whatever. But I’m rarely that lucky.

Anyway, Jonathon accumulates a lot of dishes during the day, bottles, bowls, spoons… all that stuff. I try to clean it every night before I go to bed, but sometimes i’m just too tired. I realize that if I was living alone I’d have to do it, so it really isn’t a problem… right… right… right????!!!!

NO, it is a problem. There are certain members of my family that seem to have this weird dislike for babies… ok, so it’s only one of them.. my 17 year old sister. She doesn’t acknowledge that he exists and wont’ touch anything that belongs to him. she is the main person who loads the dishwasher at night while the other three help with the rest of the kitchen chores. I’m usually dealing with jonathon while they are working, so i can’t help… so is it too much to ask to have them put a freakin bottle in teh dishwasher? or maybe to wash his bowl with the rest of the dishes???

I guess it is, because they are never cleaned. And i’m constantly getting little “notes” saying:

Monique, you need to clean Jonathons bottles. I didn’t have a bowl to feed him cereal this morning. Please pick up after your sons meals.”

GGRRRRRRRRRRRR…. I mean, I barely have time to blink when I get home and the least I ask is for a dish to be cleaned with all the other dishes and I get the slack. I have had several jars of food wasted because nobody wants to take the time to put them in the refrigerator. if is was THEIR food, i’d be yelled at if i didn’t put it away when i saw it sitting out. but since its contaminated baby food, nobody should freakin touch it and if i forget to put it away, too bad for me. What is wrong with this picture? What is wrong with my family? I try my hardest, and I know his things belong to me and i the need to take care of them, but I’m supposed to be super woman and not get any help even though there is plenty of help to be had? Why is this so hard for me to grasp, I wonder…

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

GRRRRR… so that just pisses me off.

I’m done being a whiny nag now.