My inner domestic goddess is on her deathbed
August 26, 2006
I’m taking a short break from my cleaning to inform you that we have the dirtiest house in the city.
If you ever stop by accidentally, I will do almost everything to keep you from entering and seeing my private shame.
It’s not my fault entirely though: yes, my room is a horrid mess but I do my part to keep the rest of the house presentable. This means I load dishes in the dishwasher and start it as needed, unload it, vacuum, gather up piles of things that are in the wrong place, dust on occasion and nag, nag, nag the heck out of my brothers and sister to keep their garbage out of the common areas.
It doesn’t work.
Our house forever looks like a junkyard exploded all over it. My mind continues to be boggled that someone could use something and not put it away where they got it from. And see it day after day in the wrong place and not want to scream. Nope, my brothers will put something in the wrong place, and just step over/around it until I get irate and scream at them to move it, then retire to my room with a pounding headache.
Is this sign number 1,983 that I should move out or what? :x
save up the booku bux, then ya can moove out!
i wonder if a whole apartment for you might turn into a death trap?
considering that you had like tea cups or something in your room?
oh well the freedom will be nice
baby steps………..
My house is in the same condition too. It’s so embarassing when ppl unexpectedly visit.