Jan
20
One thing that’s been mildly frustrating about living on my own is how it’s 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 WHO DID THAT, close them, then eventually I need 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 disgusting! 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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You could try getting some probiotic powder and sprinkling it on Billy’s food. We adopted a cat from the shelter and OMG it was nasty, much worse than our other cats. We put her on the probiotics and it really helped, long term. I’m so glad you’re writing again.
I do daydream about my bathroom hand towels being dry when I go to use them, instead of soaking wet no matter how many times I change them! But yes, the annoying cleaning tasks I blame on other family members…..what if it is really me soaking the hand towels? (I know it is not so from far-too-short sleepovers, work shifts, etc). It is THEM! Until proven otherwise…..The hair on the floor I will admit to!
This cracked me up! I love it.
Being as clean as you want to be. Sounds heavenly!
2nd to last para. has me crying, even on the second read a day later 🤣
But I am CERTAIN all the issues in my ENTIRE life, not just cleanliness (or lack thereof) is my family’s fault. Sorry YOURS are caused by you, but I’m sure mine aren’t … awkward laugh …
Three life changing words: Litter. Fucking. Robot.