Egg-crusted pans in the sink.  Spilled drinks that are left for me to find and clean up.  Wet towels in the bathroom floor.  Dirty clothes all over the place.  Bedding that needs washing.  A garage to unpack and re-organize.  Garbage to take out.  Endless amounts of crap to haul upstairs.  I honestly have no idea how three grown adults, who were presumably NOT raised by wolves, can create such havoc.

I heard the term “glorified maid” the other day, and I chuckled.  I’m not glorified in the least.  I am just a maid.  And unlike professional servants, who make at least a little money on top of room & board, I can’t afford a pack of cigarettes!  Of course, they do a better job than I do… but they are also better-motivated.  If I can’t have cigarettes, can I at least get some of this fucking GLORY people keep talking about?