Just had a spat with Mara. As with most of our spats it was stupid and came out of left field. Essentially it was a continuation of a running skirmish. Somehow Mara has expanded on the fact that Mama will hardly let either of us wash dishes or clothes to explain why she never picks up around the house. Well, I called her on it. Fireworks followed.

Mara said I was being unfair. I don't see how. I cleaned out our storage building, squared away junk that had been piled up in our living and dining room for over a year. I cleaned out our bedroom, which was so junked up that Mama had stopped putting our underclothes in our drawers because she literally could not get to them for the junk that was in the floor. In all this Mara never lifted a finger. It's like living with a 10 year old who's never had to clean up her room before. And when you suggest that maybe she should she throws a tantrum. This is going to come to a head.

Christ, we paid a lot of money for very nice bedroom furniture. Mara often leaves wet towels draped over the iron footboard of our bed after she showers. She puts on her makeup in front of our dresser mirror and often leaves damp sponges laying on the dresser. Now, we're not talking about some particle board crap with a faux wood veneer that we picked up from some furniture store chain for $150. We're talking about real wood furniture made in North Carolina by a small company. Had this furniture not been 50% off we never could have afforded it. Christ, the price tag on the nightstand alone said $350. Yet Mara treats this stuff like it's partical board hand-me-downs. You can't see the floor in our computer room for the junk, but she defends herself by pointing out that she hung back up two shirts that she couldn't wear? Aren't you supposed to do that?

I'm tired of living in the middle of a chaos theory experiment.