This category is about rules. Now some of us , most of us have rules. This person has rules about rules within rules and often they will change or switch or be denied. The worst ones are the sneaky rules with many meanings and if you aren’t on the ball, look out!
I am going to simply list the rules :
No electronics in the house being used while she is home. Why? Well, she tells me it is because she is around them all day at work and likes to imagine she is living back in time. Back in time as in Little House On The Prarie. This she said to me, I didn’t make it up. Please keep in mind that she sits in front of a computer at work and has a cell phone. I had to get online at the house because of my work and carefully not upset her or be online in her presence. So much to the degree that I had to pack up my computer and hide all cables to make her happy. I did secretly set up a Wii in the girls room with a tiny TV. Walking on our tiptoes, being careful always.
I mentioned she had a TV but I didn’t mention that she does not have cable. That is fine , I am more than OK with that.
Every corner has something glass or ceramic in it. They collect tons of cat hair and dust . They are also very chipped and broken and carefully balanced with the broken pieces holding on. Heaven help you if you are sweeping with a broom or walking off the grid and bump one of these. This is a major rule, not to relocate or turn anything in another direction. She will literally walk through the house and double check everything to see if it has been moved an inch.
The lights cannot be on during the day and at night when leaving one room you must turn off that light before turning on another. Thank goodness I have my girls because it is hard to see in the dark. We pretty much would tag team the whole “light” rule.
The toilet can only be flushed when you have done a number two, a poo, a deposit. While she is home she gets very upset if you flush for anything else. At night the toilet gets full with four girls in the house and come morning it is very smelly. This is not a pleasant thing at all.
Hand soap dispensers were constantly being filled up with water to “stretch” it. Keep in mind, I bought all the paper products, food, soaps etc.
Shower rules were that you could only shower every other day. The showers could not be lengthy and no baths were allowed.
The hot water heater had to be turned off every day at four p.m. I also paid for the electric. so if it was shower day or you wanted warm water of any kind, you had to go down in the basement.
Laundry had to be all large loads only with cold water only and you must hang out the clothes. At thirty degrees and ten degrees that is impossible. I secretly washed my clothes also. I like to seperate my clothes and wash some in warm water. I also put them in the dryer making sure I put all of the settings back to where she left them.
One towel for a week per person was suppose to be effective. We all have hair that is very long and really do enjoy clean towels so I used the same color towels and she was none the wiser. Secretly doing laundry helped with this also. Her towel hung on a hook outside of the bathroom door. Walking by you could see skid marks and smell that dew smell again that turns my tummy. I cannot imagine how or why she would want to dry herself off with something that stunk so bad. Sometimes I even washed this towel and then put it back on the hook.
The cat box for her cat was about three feet from the stove in the kitchen and it had to stay there. I don’t need to tell you how that would smell. The rule for cleaning out her cats box was shown to me more than told. She displayed outside way behind the house how to sling the stink box so it spreads more equal to her liking. This is her cat remember? Yes, I emptied the box and no I did not do it her way. She won’t use clump litter. This litter had a horrible odor. Yes, more odors.
The oven had the inital rule of “do not use”! But when I showed her that it will not implode and that I was going to use it regardless, she said nothing. The stove top had a huge broken container holding utensils she never used ( she doesn’t cook). I could not move this and it was also full of cat hair and cobwebs. I did give it a cleaning. The burners didn’t work well but they didn’t have any real rules. I did have to leave the oven open to release the heat even in the Summer when it was over eighty degrees in the house.
How Jill recycles is a stressful event in itself. Most of us have three containers and by now we know what to do with our things. She would search through the garbage daily to make sure I wasn’t throwing anything away that could be recycled. This is a woman who recycles her hair coloring bottles. She stopped going through the garbage when I emptied a bag from the bathroom into it. I don’t need to give details but it was gross enough to make her stop.
On the day when she decides to take out the recylables, she makes a very huge issue out of it. She will throw things around, grumble and make excessive noises. I have told her many times that I would be happy to take that chore. No! Oh No! I don’t know how to do it like her! Ugh, OK then. This big show takes about half the day because she never ever completes a job when she starts it without first starting three or four more.
No eating on the sofa or in the living room, but we still did.
The kitchen sink rules, I explained in the last post.
She did not want anyone up before her during the week because she needed the entire house to get ready. I still got up to work.
No loud noises. No talking politics or World events, ever. The furnace could only go as high as 58 degrees in the cold of Winter.
Rules at the dinner table were that nobody could leave until the collective were done.Chewing rules and chair rules also. I do have to add that she has the worse table manners and eating habbits I have ever seen.
We were also shown how to close a door properly.
While my girls would crochet, they were instructed to never leave a piece of yarn anywhere.
The TV could only be as high as eleven on the vomume when she is home.
All shoes and boots taken off and put on at a certain place.
The cat food had to be given in two spoonfull servings at a time, twice a day. She does not do this herslf.
During the heavy snow periods, no snow was allowed in the house. I did mention that we live in the country, right?
The children , although very respectful and clean, were not allowed in the room with the dead animal throne. This was considered her space and it was full of clutter she calls decor. It also seems to be a throne to herself being that she has surrounded herself with pictures of her. It isn’t a pleasant room but that isn’t the point.
No candles can ever be lit. This is because they just walk off on their own and start fires, don’t you know.
Although she kept the house at such a warm temperature (a little joke). We were not allowed to stand too near to the heating vents.
No space heaters were allowed. The girls room got to forty at night.
The car has to be parked at the very back of the drive.
No leaving anything simmering on the stove, ever. One must stay within reach always.
This is the tip of the iceberg, more will surface in other subjects. Outside rules will be included in the post : “The Outside”.