Here is my cliffhanger.
The peril, navigating the kitchen.
WTF, I kid you not, I cleaned the kitchen 2 days ago. It was immaculate. I have no idea why putting dishes away is such an effort. I guess it is more fun to try and pull the bottom ones out of the dish rack a la Jenga or Kerplunk. Shutting a cupboard door is apparently a crime, as is wiping a counter, taking out the recycling or closing the door on the dishwasher.(I had to close it to get into the kitchen, it was blocking the doorway from the basement) An empty surface just cries out to be loaded down with crap.
Why the angst? None of these dishes or mess are mine. I hate cooking in a dirty, messy space. Every time I go to use the kitchen it is the same story. It drives me into a rage every single time. What really gets me, my room is directly under the kitchen so I hear every crash as someone tries to grab the bottom dishes, hear every, "Where is the ..., I can't find it?". It is right where ever you left it last time you used it and didn't bother to put it back.
I've tried leading by example, screaming, yelling, being reasonable and nothing sticks. It leads to The Invasion and Why I Hate the Food Network, the serials to my perils.
I mentioned for an extra $25 a month a maid could come in once a week, turned down flat. The main villain in the piece, "I'm not paying extra for something I can do myself". Then do it, far more often.
I share my house with four tenants. They have changed over the years but the mess remains the same. Four other adults and my house looks like I'm chasing after kids to pick up their toys. I swear. A lot.
Any helpful suggestions? Any perils in your house?
Oh boy...now I really did not think we would be leading parallel lives in the "clean up after yourself" department. LOL
ReplyDeleteIn college, 1 of my roomates never, and I do mean Never, did her dishes. So one day, I dumped them all into a sheet, put her dirty laundry in with it (of which there were 3 baskets full) and hauled it up to her room - tossed it on her bed.
and there it stayed till she went to bed.
and then it stayed on the floor.
for the rest of the school year.
she just bought more clothes.
some people got too much money, and not enough learnin!
You have no idea, and you know who the worst culprit is...
ReplyDeleteWhat really bugs me is the whole "my time is so much more important than yours" thing
I hate wading through someone else's mess
I should have been more careful wishing I had kids..... I do, other people's LOL
BTW, I think I'm living with your old room mate.
You need to start giving out stickers and stars for good behaviour.
ReplyDeleteKidding!
I can tell you how to deal with kids but with adults...hmm...a different ball game! How about a can of beer for keeping the kitchen neat?
Stickers, stars and beer, hmm. Maybe I'll clean the kitchen if I get those. LOL
ReplyDeleteI've gotta say I'm not so sure my experience with adults is much different than dealing with kids, I get denial-not mine, lying-I didn't do that, the bypass-can't someone else do it, the I forgot defense, blaming each other and the manipulation-getting someone else to clean, me.
Sound familiar??