Housecleaning: not my friend.

[vulgarweed]

So I decided things were kind of out of hand and went on a rearranging binge. It was going pretty well...until I tried to do something with the Closet of Doom. Then my precariously-balanced super-cheap super-fake Yule-tree-in-a-box fell out and hit me in the face.

I have a black eye. A real one. A shiner.

I can make it not-too-noticeable with makeup, but before that it is really quite shocking.

It looks like the sort of thing that no one will believe is entirely innocent.

Comments

[vulgarweed.livejournal.com]

The best housecleaner I've ever lived with was a roommate for a year or so in the 90s (male) - he'd worked for a housecleaning company a couple of years before when he was desperate for money. He cleaned in places I didn't know existed! Honestly, who gives a shit about the tops of window frames? Only someone who's paid to care.

I have the classical boy problem of "not seeing dirt" too. I was never trained to recognize it, because the house I grew up in--it was never filthy exactly, certainly never unsanitary, but it was always cluttered, because both my parents had better things to do than scrub every frakkin' day. And that's fine to me! As long as it doesn't stink and there's no bugs, who cares?

(And yes, complainers get to fix it themselves. :D)

[shadowvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

He cleaned in places I didn't know existed! Honestly, who gives a shit about the tops of window frames? Only someone who's paid to care.

Back when I was paid to do it, I did stuff like that, too. But in my own home, why bother?

I have the classical boy problem of "not seeing dirt" too.

They don't have that! The guys see dirt I don't recognise unless it's pointed out to me, but they just don't have the techniques to get rid of it down. (Which I, having been a girl in a strictly patriarchial household, was taught all right. I just hate doing it.)

it was never filthy exactly, certainly never unsanitary, but it was always cluttered, because both my parents had better things to do than scrub every frakkin' day. And that's fine to me! As long as it doesn't stink and there's no bugs, who cares?

Exactly! A little dust on the shelves never killed anybody. And because the dishes are the only thing I actually need to be clean, I mostly do them myself.

And yes, complainers get to fix it themselves. :D

It's the system we work by: whom it annoys fixes it. Which, yeah, suits me just fine. *ggg* Most other roomshares have weekly schedules or stuff like that, but here, even those who would profit from it disliked the idea.

I have to confess I did clean the bathroom this morning. Yesterday's comment made me realise what an asshole I am, so I had a little scrubbing guilt trip. Now my conscience is clear for another half year. ";-P