Cracker crumbs in bed

Not that I'm an obsessive person but I try to keep my world clean and organized.  Maybe it's a part of getting older or it's my parents habits coming back to haunt me, I don't know.  What I do know is that when I'm paying the bills, cooking the meals, looking after and making arrangements for your child and having to clean up after you, I am soon to get pissed off.  When all one does is go to work, sleep and socialize it is easy to see where my frustration arrises from.

I did hear that the anointed one is seeking a new job.  One that is guaranteed to be forty hours a week on a set pay.  The issue is that one of these positions is working for a paving company and the other is working a night shift.  The first is going to be extremely hot, sweaty work.  Both of which the party in question is completely adverse too.  The second is the night shift which is why they are looking for a new job in the first place.  The thought that you have to work your way up from the bottom appears to be a new concept to this generation.

We had to work many crappy jobs, lousy shifts, weekends, nights, etc. just to get where we are now.  The idea that they should have to do this at an entry level wage is "not fair", what ever that is.  I just love it when I hear how hard it is or how tired they are because they had to work all night and only got five to six hours of sleep.  We have done this for years, having to take care of them and their siblings.  Now that the worm has turned it appears this is not the life they were promised.  I must have missed that meeting!

"Where this all ends, I can't fathom my friends"(1) I just know this cannot go on much longer.  I told the spouse that it's been six months of living this way and doodoo head is now deciding that they can't make a living doing the "fun" stuff.  I was told at least the lights appear to be going on.  My thoughts are more along the lines of six wasted months, me paying for everything and how much longer of putting up with cracker crumbs.

Anyway, this coming month appears to be a complete washout as I have to spend it jumping through hoops, over hurdles and attempting it all with a smile.  The move to my paradise will not get here soon enough.  So it's off to find the dust pan and broom, I've mountains of crumbs to clean up...