In the span of twenty four hours, I have come to a startling yet NOT extremely scary conclusion, I was scared when it hit me, but in the duration of the epiphany appearing in my head and now, at 10.53 pm, it doesn't seem so bad.
Proof first, then hypothesis.
I've been telling the boyfriend to clean up while cooking his instant noodles, so much as asking him to throw the tastemaker sachet and noodles packet while it's on the gas, boiling. I mean, it makes sense, right? Why wait till you're satisfactorily full and in no mood to clean anymore?
In between my manic OCD phases where I basically clean his room till it sparkles, whenever I've sent him out of the room for an errand I always ask him to accomplish another task while he's there. For example, "go get the dustbin from the kitchen...oh and while you're there just fill a bottle of water and bring it back for me." This leads to an argument about me being a slavedriver, and I say the words I have heard many times before from someone else who shall remain nameless till the end of this post: "Time and motion study, it's logic. Why make two trips when the tasks can be finished in one?" Response: death stare and some incoherent muttering of words I know are not nice.
Currently doing a dye-ing course in college, so my hands have been orange tinted for days (shall post pictures of tiedye pieces soon :D)...and I've realised that trying to make sure everyone cleans up equally really doesn't work, and I end up saying stuff like, "if you made the mess, you clean it up."
I've turned into my mother.
What flashbacks. She says exactly all these things and more to my sister and I.
Love in fright,
Kanikap.s. happy holi and all. I might just stay home and finish my portfolio. sigh. such is life.