I'm a slacker when it comes to household chores. But really that's not the way I look at it; normally I'll let stuff pile up a little and do it all at once, provided that there's no pressing need for whatever dirty thing to be clean. It just makes sense to me, rather than spending five minutes two or three times a day to clean dishes/the stove, to spend ten or fifteen minutes every other day to clean the same amount of dishes/counter/whatnot.

My nanny and Joyce don't see it that way, of course: they're both obsessive-compulsive about cleaning shit. If I leave dishes, they always do them before I get a chance. I've told them several times to just set the dishes to the side and I'll clean them, but they apparently can't stand the sight of ANY dirty dishes.

I cooked bacon and eggs about ... less than an hour ago. My nanny came in and was all, "you'd better clean that stove, girl."

1) I am not a child, there is no need to address me in words or tone as one.
2) I know what needs to be done after I clean; there's no need to remind me.
3) It's not even been an hour, why the FUCK are you reminding me already??
4) This is the peak of a pattern that's been emerging, of Joyce and Nanny nagging at me to do shit at their speed instead of my own.

And a myriad of other thoughts, but those are the main ones. She said that I'd better not wait until midnight to clean it and I snapped at her that I'd clean it whenever I damn well felt like it, which might not be until tomorrow if she kept on the way she was going. Also, that she wasn't my mother. (And thank god she's not.)

We back-and-forthed for a moment or two, and she finally turned and left (my goal with the whole thing was to get her to leave me the fuck alone) and as she left was like "you just wait until I report you!"

"To who?" I asked, still audibly annoyed.

"Your daddy! He'll straighten you right out."

Hahahahahahaha. I don't think she took very well to my laughing at that; oh well.

To make a long story short, daddy's never been able to discipline me because he's too much of a child himself. The idea that he'll "straighten me out" is laughable at best but mostly just flat-out preposterous. It's absurd. Daddy's incapable of keeping himself in line and just lost $37k over it-- I have no idea what makes nanny think that he'll be able to suddenly keep me in line when he's never been able to do that before with me or Gene (my brother).

In the end there's a very simple moral to the entire thing: I really need to get the hell out of here. Daddy's talking about not going to the west coast until after summer's over and I really can't wait that long. I'll go sixteen kinds of crazy by then. It's time to start figuring out my own plans; I don't know why I didn't do it this way from the start.