Sometimes - actually, every week - I wish my mom would stop cooking. It's not like she's bad at it, but I'm not sure it's worth it considering how the kitchen tends to look after the one day every week she does it - or for days thereafter, more often than not. I left everything as is for a week to see what happens, but I'm at the point where I have a serious gagging impulse upon entering the kitchen. Ugh. I know she's busy, so, please, just leave it be. I may not be the tidiest person, but at least my piles of clothes aren't a health hazard.
Oh, and while I'm wishing for the stars here, a washing machine would be great. It's not like we don't have one, but it's not actually here and it's also not connected to anything, so that basically amounts to not having one. If I could convince her that finding someone to drag it up here once would eliminate those piles of laundry of mine she hates so much... Oh, wishful thinking. I miss the days when I could do laundry whenever I needed it.
Tl;dr: The usual.
This post has been edited by Puckstein: 13 May 2015 - 06:05 PM