Kid is in a mood and I'm trying not to tell them to fuck off out of it...

I get home from work to the kid being in a huge snit...and they proceed to yell at me over the state of the house. Yes, I fucking get it, the place is a state, but I've often asked the kid to give me a hand only to have them either flat out ignore me, growl at me that they're in the middle of something, or only pick up a couple of things before hiding in their room again.

Today the kid sent me a message about not buying any more plastic utensils because they always end up in the sink. They clearly have forgotten that it's THEM who consistently dumps them in the sink, not me.

They have also clearly forgotten that a lot of the dishes that need to be washed are entirely due to them not bothering to touch them after I've cooked dinner...after I've already had to clean the counters and everything from where they've slopped sugar and coffee all over the place, or wrappers and boxes all over the counters.

I get that I'm horrible at keeping house, but they do not see that they are absolutely complicit in the fact that place is a fucking disaster. 

I HAD THE PLACE MOSTLY CLEANED UP! Yet they didn't lift a finger to help keep it that way. Oh, for the first couple of days they did the dishes after I cooked, but then they started not bothering to leave their room after dinner, letting their plates and stuff pile up in their room for ages. Or just dumping their stuff in the sink and leaving it there. Yeah, like I'm going to want to make an effort cleaning if they aren't going to keep up with their end at all.

So, I let the kid rant about the mess and how they want to be able to use the living room and stuff, and how they hate that I tend to leave stuff everywhere. I did not yell back or give them shit for breaking a mug after they threw it in anger. I wonder if that is what the kid was hoping for, but there was no way I was going to rise to that particular bait. Especially when they are just as guilty for leaving messes behind.

I've done the thing where I have pretty much hidden in my room after cleaning everything, and watched the mess pile up as the kid does whatever it is they do. They are not innocent in the whole mess thing - hell, we've been stepping over bags of non-perishable groceries for ages that they haven't put away due to not feeling well when I've brought the stuff home. Sure, I could put it away myself, but they don't really do much else around the damn house, and I'll be fucked if I'm going to try to do it all on my own.

I mean, for fuck's sake, I've been after them to help me get a fucking TV out of the living room and down into the basement for YEARS. Yes, literally, years. They nod at me and then go back into their room, and when I ask them to help I get ignored, or told 'just a moment, I'm in the middle of a fight' and then they just never come help. It's been an ongoing issue for most of their life, and I swear the only time they actually do anything without me getting on their case is when they're pissed off.

Now, I'm also wondering if they are off their anti-depressants due to the emotional outburst they had tonight. I would not be at all surprised, to be entirely honest. The kid is worse about making doctor's appointments than I am, and managed to miss one fairly recently and seems to want to leave it up to me to make them a new appointment...even though they are 28 years old and more than capable of handling it on their own.

I'm not overly impressed at the attitude I got tonight, and the fact that the kid didn't continue to try to help me keep the place cleaned up when I had it done the last time. Of course, I'm going to give up on it if I'm stuck doing it by myself all the time. And that is how it usually ends up - I get the place cleaned up after a lot of work and struggle, the kid gives me grief over having to help me with stuff I have a hell of a time doing on my own, and I end up doing the lion's share of it myself. Only to watch as they go back to their old ways not even a week after I got the place totally cleaned.

I know that I've got very strong hoarding tendencies, and that it sometimes gets away from me. Which is why I ask the kid for help so I can get the clutter and mess out of here, to keep it down to a bearable minimum. But, yeah, I give up when they simply make no effort on their own part.