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Goddamnit!
So, y'all know that I'm renting a room in a house now. Right? Well, if you didn't before, you do now.
My landlords are pretty cool people. They're a younger couple with two kids and a dog.
Yes, I am living with small children and a small dog.
No, this is not an episode of the Twilight Zone.
A couple of weeks ago, some of my landlords' inlaws arrived to stay for a few weeks. They've been baby sitting until the landlords could find new daycare. Fine. Great.
There's Grandma and Grandpa and Cousin 1 and Cousin 2. Overnight, the house's population has jumped from six people to ten. Ninty-nine percent of the time these people haven't bothered me.
Sure, Cousin 1 keeps playing the damned theme song to the Little Mermaid on the piano ALL DAY LONG. But I can deal with that.
Sure, Cousin 2 NEVER FLUSHES THE TOILET. I spoke with the landlords about that and it's been resolved.
But today? Today I went into the bathroom the other renter and I use and discovered someone had taken my toilet paper. It was a new roll, one I had just opened the other night.
I don't care if they use it, because, hey! I'm not a freakin' monster or anything.
But someone TOOK IT. They took it downstairs and put it in the half-bath down there, WHEN THERE ARE TWO OTHER ROLLS OF TOILET PAPER ALREADY THERE.
This has made me a little fuckin' crazy. Seriously. I know it's stupid, I know it's petty, but the fact that someone TOOK MY STUFF when they didn't need to just drives me batshit crazy!
And I know it was the in-laws.
I think they're leaving this week. When they do, the place will be quieter, we can all start to get back to normal and I won't get pissed off because people are TOUCHING MY STUFF.
So, y'all know that I'm renting a room in a house now. Right? Well, if you didn't before, you do now.
My landlords are pretty cool people. They're a younger couple with two kids and a dog.
Yes, I am living with small children and a small dog.
No, this is not an episode of the Twilight Zone.
A couple of weeks ago, some of my landlords' inlaws arrived to stay for a few weeks. They've been baby sitting until the landlords could find new daycare. Fine. Great.
There's Grandma and Grandpa and Cousin 1 and Cousin 2. Overnight, the house's population has jumped from six people to ten. Ninty-nine percent of the time these people haven't bothered me.
Sure, Cousin 1 keeps playing the damned theme song to the Little Mermaid on the piano ALL DAY LONG. But I can deal with that.
Sure, Cousin 2 NEVER FLUSHES THE TOILET. I spoke with the landlords about that and it's been resolved.
But today? Today I went into the bathroom the other renter and I use and discovered someone had taken my toilet paper. It was a new roll, one I had just opened the other night.
I don't care if they use it, because, hey! I'm not a freakin' monster or anything.
But someone TOOK IT. They took it downstairs and put it in the half-bath down there, WHEN THERE ARE TWO OTHER ROLLS OF TOILET PAPER ALREADY THERE.
This has made me a little fuckin' crazy. Seriously. I know it's stupid, I know it's petty, but the fact that someone TOOK MY STUFF when they didn't need to just drives me batshit crazy!
And I know it was the in-laws.
I think they're leaving this week. When they do, the place will be quieter, we can all start to get back to normal and I won't get pissed off because people are TOUCHING MY STUFF.
