Jan
20
One thing that’s been mildly frustrating about living on my own is how it’s kind of like being roommates with my sloppiest tendencies. For the most part I feel a great sense of freedom in not having to pick up after other people, but it turns out I have to pick up after myself, and I can be kind of a lazy fuck! My biggest complaint with myself has to do with the closet doors in my bedroom. Like what jackass keeps leaving them open, oh I guess that is me! Again and again I leave the closet doors wide open, then walk into the room and think UGH MESSY WHO DID THAT, close them, then eventually I decide to get a shirt or whatever and the whole thing starts over.
Some things I am forced to be tidy about because of Billy, like I cannot leave dishes in the sink or he will be in there frantically licking everything before getting shooed away, and any sort of clutter will get batted around/pushed off a countertop. Also every toilet has to be left closed or he will be in there like a weirdo sewer weasel. But generally it is just me facing my own poor habits on a daily basis and while I am mostly not a complete slob I do make strange choices, like letting scooped-out wet cat food cans add up in a cupboard before I throw them in the trash. That’s just gross! Who does that?! Oh.
I don’t really clean until things look visibly dirty. Probably it would be better to have a little routine so the toilets don’t build up a ring before they get scrubbed, or the mirrors aren’t smudgy or the sink isn’t sporting a toothpaste patina, but that is apparently how I prefer to live. It’s always helpful when I’m going to have company because that sends me on a little faucet-shining spree and things look extra decent for a while.
The cat litter, however, gets scooped multiple times a day, and for sure after every dook. Maybe if I had a far-off room for his food and bathroom area I would be lazier about that but as it is, it is a HOUSE WIDE SCENT EVENT when he does his business if you know what I mean. Bro will peel your hair right back if you immediately don’t blow turds out the airlock and light a candle.
At least the laundry does not pile up, there simply isn’t much to do so it’s never overwhelming. It’s not a big house, so it’s easy to vacuum. I only have myself to scold about not tracking dirt in, and I’m pretty good about that at least, except sometimes I come in from a long walk and I make a tired beeline for the bedroom to peel off clothes and then I’ll look at the hallway with a trail of wet leaves or whatever and I’ll be like, GODDAMMIT WHO DID THAT??? Oh.
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