For the past few months I've been living with a total stranger. This person is very friendly, but we have a few habits that differ. She loves talking on the phone, and she is from a different country. We have in common, hating to do dishes, watching TV on our laptops, and must love naps. The problem is, a major thing we have in common has proved to be one of the most annoying things to live with. Cleaning.
When I lived at home, I will admit I hated cleaning and all that implied. Sure, I would go on a few random cleaning binges once every two months, but that is where it ended. Don't get me wrong, I love things clean, it's just the process that gets me. I guess some would call that lazy, I call it time focused on other things, like Hulu.
Anyhow, yesterday I went crazy on the apartment. I cleaned, and cleaned, then cleaned some more. I also made bread, but that is besides the point. I have been trying really hard to keep the room clean by washing every dish I use the moment after I am done with it. My roommate and I love to cook, but it comes at a price. Dishes. Everywhere. I have been trying to follow the phrase, "Do as you would want done onto you", usually it is successful. If I clean the bathroom, she'll do it next weekend.. if I do laundry.. and so on.
It's not working today. I've been in and out of the kitchen looking like a maniac cleaning counters, and every fork I touch. Still remains, a pot, a plate, and a few utensils. Our sink is very small mind you, so even if two plates are stacked in there, it's pretty much full.
I just want them clean.. but I don't want to keep bugging her. I hated when my parents would bug me about it. I would feel super uncomfortable everytime I cooked because I knew any second they would be jumping on my back about dishes.. for good reason.
I guess today's lesson learned is to pick your battles. Never ruin a decent thing over something so silly.
All for now,
MW
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