letters to my "mother"

ugh...I am going to sound like a 14 year old emo adolescent,

BUT

I have no idea how my mother can spend an entire 8 hours at home, and
a) find rat poo but not CLEAN it up
b) NOT wash her fucking dishes
c) CLAIM not to have found ANY food in the fridge when there is clearly
- a full rack of ribs (still in plastic)
- a full package of chicken breasts (still in plastic)
- 10 eggs
- 1/2 a can of Spam
- zucchini, onions, carrots, broccoli, salad greens
- fresh noodles
- 1/2 a ball of fresh mozzerella
and a ton of condiments in there. (plus lunchmeat)
As well as 1/2 a box of Cheerios, sundry fruits and other dried foodstuffs around. And let us not talk about her starting to cook HERSELF dinner at 7:45, after I had already been home for 2-1/2 hrs., cooked for myself and cleaned my dishes
d) lay into Mr. Jones who had just gotten home from working two jobs (one in San Jose)

STOP HUFFING FROM THE CRAZY/LAZY BOX MOM AND CLEAN UP ALREADY.
-your loving daughter.