so I come home this afternoon and I am heading downstairs. And Mr. Unemployed 21 year old says, knowing that I am going to walk through it, "I cleaned the laundry room."
Except that he didn't. At all. It was not at all cleaned. It looked not better but worse than it did when I left the house.
I'm just so confused as to why he would go out of his way to tell me he did something as I was heading there to look at it. He volunteered the information. I didn't even ask him if he did it.
Sometimes living with FASD is beyond frustrating. Just makes me crazy. Seriously.