This is just a little rant.

My parents have been staying at a friend's house for a few because my dad is working on someone's car for money and they don't have gas to travel back and forth. Therefore My boyfriend and I have the house to ourselves. We've busted our asses keeping it clean, ESPECIALLY the kitchen since we use it the most.

Recently my parents let my 20 year old brother move back in, so now it's the 3 of us home alone. The day he came back my boyfriend and i left for 2 hours to dash. We're all really short on money because we all got COVID and the guys lost their jobs from it. When we came back, the house was an absolute nightmare. A sparkling kitchen sparkling with all the wrong things.

I told my mother and she had a talk with him, he basically threw a fit and moved out for a day. So I cleaned the house again. And what do you know? He comes back and destroys it again. We went from having a ton of clean dishes to having 1 clean plate and 3 clean cups. Mind you we all had COVID so we don't have too much. My mother can't get foodstamps because my brother never turned in 4 papers they need. So we're really low on food. I was going to cook a whole meal yesterday to make sure we had leftovers and food for days. He, despite us telling him not to, thawed out hamburger and made a whole 2 pounds of Mac n cheese. That went to waste because he left it out.

We didn't eat it because we were out dashing when he made it. When we found out we just went to burger King and got food for just us. While we were gone, my brother used the only half gallon of milk we had to make strawberry milk, and eat cereal. There goes half of our meal opportunities. He also trashed the kitchen AGAIN.

Now he hasn't been covering his mouth since he came here even when we asked him to because I'm 35 weeks pregnant and have a week immune system originally. He ended up getting me sick. Today I woke up feeling like I was going to pass out just by standing up and using the bathroom. My boyfriend has been babying me all day and I hate it. I woke up from a nap, went downstairs, and the kitchen was 100x worse than last night. How the fuck am I supposed to clean up after a 20 year old EVERYDAY while not feeling good and having to ration out food for meals so we can last. My mother has been trying her hardest to fix the situation but in the meanwhile I'm being yelled at not to overdue it. I honestly don't know what to do anymore. 🤦‍♀️😑