Baby it's cold outside

I'm keeping the forks from now on. I am sick and tired of picking up forks, knives and spoons for everyone only for me to never be able to use them. Last night I wanted to eat soup but I couldn't because there were no utensils. Funny because I picked up about ten forks about a week ago and didn't use one...and now they're gone. And I'm sick of taking out the garbage and cleaning up the bathroom every few days because no one knows how to do their make up without getting it all over the counter. I am tired of coming into an empty suite with every single light on. I am tired of walking in the bathroom and hearing the shower leaking because someone didn't care enough to shut the water completely off. Since last night, when I couldn't eat soup, I decided that I would not share the forks anymore. I should be able to eat my soup when I want and not have to worry about forks. I took about six today, and I intend on keeping them for myself (unless they ask). It's not my problem that they don't have forks. I am not their mommy. I should not have to clean up the scraps of toilet paper on the floor, take out the garbage EVERYDAY, clean up the common room which I did NOT make filthy and be responsible for filling up the toilet paper dispensers because they forgot how, or something. Oh, and it's really irritating when...someone...uses my bed to lay on and leaves the covers and pillows a mess. And when someone leaves their shoes and hair brush on my side of the bed...when it isn't even that someon's room. I'm through with cleaning all of the time and not even getting a thank you. Am I their mother? I guess so because when they clean they expect all of the praise in the world. Sorry that you had someone to pick up after you your whole life, but it should stop here, right? I am not mama Fran...just Fran. If I wanted to be a mother, I would have kept the baby.

Now excuse me while I eat my soup with MY forks.