Not slobs who don't clean at all, but ones with the habit of cleaning what dishes and utensils they need only just before they use them...
This annoys the hell out of me. I mean it's the same amount of work exactly to clean your kitchen stuff just AFTER you use it, as opposed to just BEFORE, so why these fuckers can't seem to wrap their heads around the clean up after yourself protocol?
Ever live with roommates or worse yet a life partner like that?
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Dishes in the sink are the least of my concerns.
The MASSIVE pile of raccoon shit at the top of the attic stairs? Now THAT'S another story.
Actually, I've take an American Pickers mindset to the place, and have been enjoying it, finding some really ancient shit in there - found a box full of leather bound bibles from the early 1800's.
I approve of Caddyshack references.
Dishes in the sink are the least of my concerns.
The MASSIVE pile of raccoon shit at the top of the attic stairs? Now THAT'S another story.
Actually, I've take an American Pickers mindset to the place, and have been enjoying it, finding some really ancient shit in there - found a box full of leather bound bibles from the early 1800's.
So....they collected old bibles and raccoon shit?
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Dishes in the sink are the least of my concerns.
The MASSIVE pile of raccoon shit at the top of the attic stairs? Now THAT'S another story.
Actually, I've take an American Pickers mindset to the place, and have been enjoying it, finding some really ancient shit in there - found a box full of leather bound bibles from the early 1800's.
So....they collected old bibles and raccoon shit?
Hey...don't knock it until you've tried it...
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...formerly owned by a hoarder family member.
Dishes in the sink are the least of my concerns.
The MASSIVE pile of raccoon shit at the top of the attic stairs? Now THAT'S another story.
Actually, I've take an American Pickers mindset to the place, and have been enjoying it, finding some really ancient shit in there - found a box full of leather bound bibles from the early 1800's.
So....they collected old bibles and raccoon shit?
Hey...don't knock it until you've tried it...
Now I am having the same issues with my kids. Oh the irony.
Now I am having the same issues with my kids. Oh the irony.
Now I am having the same issues with my kids. Oh the irony.
The Curse Works "I hope one day, you have kids exactly like you!" (Bill Cosby)
I noticed after she threatened to do this within maybe 15 min (my wife is a borderline OCD clean freak) she washed their dishes and put them in the dishwasher.
My father did not have a ton of advice on parenting, but one thing that stuck was "don't make a threat you're not prepared to follow through on" aka the "I'll turn this car around" approach to parenting.
The next time I heard my wife threaten that, the kids got 5 min and then found dirty dishes in their room.
my wife (as the OCD clean freak) was mortified, but so were the kids. they are diligent about dishes being in the dishwasher now.
the only time they don't follow through is when the dishwasher is running, which is at least daily in my house since my wife can't go to sleep with a dirty dish anywhere in the house (or a dirty piece of laundry).
My wife said "they were soaking" but there was no water. So I left them there and they sat for two days "soaking" in no water.
Pasta pots, "soaking" in a sink for two days, with no water.
my twelve year old finally got tired of looking at them and finally cleaned it up.
(As a counter to this imagery, I offer my 19-year-old daughter's bedroom floor, which doubles as her dresser, apparently.)
Because the vast majority of my polos are blue or green (at least historically) and the ladies don't favor that color, and the wife stores dirty laundry of each forking type until she can "fill the washer", I can wait weeks for those polos to come around.
I've taken to buying more reds, though instead of magnifying my baby blues, they tend to emphasize the bloodshot in my eyes...
The laundry ... different story. It's time for a semi-regular culling of the clothing in our home, for sure.
TP rolls loaded with paper unfolding next to the wall should be an actionable offense. One's own photos? Do WTF you want, just don't expect me to want to look at them!
Oh college years were a whole different story. Marijuana usage, not to mention beer, distorted reality like a Salvidor Dali painting. I think the half attempts at neatness, resulting in Tupperware containers eventually with indecipherable contents mired in a whitish-gray fur were worse than sink loads of dishes with roaches camping out beneath them...
Use your fresh hot coffee to rinse his milk glass, he's left that for you...
(As a counter to this imagery, I offer my 19-year-old daughter's bedroom floor, which doubles as her dresser, apparently.)
nope, my washing machine seemingly runs continually. Carbon footprint be damned.
My wife has given up cleaning inside my teenagers rooms, so her main request is "keep your doors closed".
She will venture into their rooms once every couple weeks and I hear the muttering while she cleans, changes sheets, vacuums, etc. but for the most part she has given them some freedom to live in teenage filth.
the rest of the house, hospital clean (which makes a little sense since she's in health care).
I try that sometimes. I tell my wife "it needs to soak" so then she cleans it right then. She is the person who has to clean all the dishes, pots, pans, etc. used to cook before eating. drives me crazy (almost to the point of being guilty and helping).
(As a counter to this imagery, I offer my 19-year-old daughter's bedroom floor, which doubles as her dresser, apparently.)
Mine too, except she's 20. Weird how that works.
LOL, exactly...
The funny thing is I go to the apts and it's spotless but they're home it's like the wife and i are maids
Bastid. But then, she gets to eat your cooking! Trade off.
Of course, there was more I fell in love with than just that, but it's made living with her the past 28 years much better.
Of course, there was more I fell in love with than just that, but it's made living with her the past 28 years much better.
First time you've seen a closet sorted by color? Hell I do that as the second derivative directive. First of course is item type, but after type it's color, like with all my polos... Yellow, green, blue, purple, red, orange; black get stuck anywhere in between two colors.
Of course, the way the wife sorts laundry gets me leaning in that direction anyway, if I'm doing the hanging out my own stuff...
Damn that blue and section looks awfully thin while the hamper accumulates them...
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Now I am having the same issues with my kids. Oh the irony.
The Curse Works "I hope one day, you have kids exactly like you!" (Bill Cosby)
As Rodney Dangerfield's fictional son said in response to Rodney's admonishing him with the "Someday you'll have kids of your own." "Someday, so will you!"
Man I go through the exact same thing word for word. As I’ve gotten older I’ve gotten more freaked out from gross dirty houses. When I was younger I likely wouldn’t have cared or noticed as much. Now I’m all skeeved out....
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I'm friends with one guy who is a nice enough person but his apartment is fucking disgusting. It's not just the random piles of clutter, its the unwashed dishes in the sink and old food that's been out God knows how long, the dog and cat hair everyplace. On the occasion I come by to hang out and watch a movie or something I find the least gross looking place on the couch and just stay there all night not touching anything I don't have to. Then when I get back home I immediately toss my clothes into the hamper and take a shower. I try to avoid going over to his place
Man I go through the exact same thing word for word. As I’ve gotten older I’ve gotten more freaked out from gross dirty houses. When I was younger I likely wouldn’t have cared or noticed as much. Now I’m all skeeved out....
Yes!!!
I've become more of a neat freak and germaphobe the older I've gotten. I organize my shirts in the closet too by color and type lol
My apartment might not be the fanciest place in the world and I could keep up on the dusting more but nobody would ever come over and be grossed out or tripping over piles of trash or clutter
lol Last summer me and the guys had so many crates of beer we just had a couch without a leg and our legs were swinging off the couch below
when my buddies ex lived there she did dishes. Fucking place was a pigsty.
Milquetoast eh? Milquetoast eh? Lived in Canada for a couple of years. Fucking weird.
I also tolerate BBIers whose opinions do not agree with my opinions. I'm guessing that this type of toleration is even harder.
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Unbelievable how these people think that's ok. When I was younger I was a bit of a slob but if I knew I was going to have company over, no matter who it was, I would be completely embarrassed to have them in my home when it looked a mess. I had to clean the place up before they arrived. Some people today just have no shame, I guess.