I have turned into my mother. I use to hate it when she would get mad at me for not keeping the house clean and for making messes. I know understand her frustration.
I live in an apartment (only for a couple of more weeks) with 4 girls, there is really 5 but one is never ever there. Our apartment is never clean! I try and try and try. I clean about once a week, like really clean. Mop the floors, clean the counters, the microwave, etc. With in a couple of hours it is a total mess again. There are a couple of others who try as well, but lately it seems that they have given up. I have tried everything. I have gone on strike and only washed my dishes. I have cleaned really well and left a notes on our white board asking that they all try to keep it clean.
On Monday I went home from work early because I had a doctors appointment ( I have this horrible sinus infection) I decided to clean the house. I wasn't upset or anything. I realized that it needed to be done and I had a few minutes so I did it. I spent about 2 hours cleaning the house. When I was done I wrote a note again asking them to clean up their own messes that we all can do better, and to please respect each other.
I go to work on Tuesday morning and I come home to a mess. My roommate who doesn't have a job had her "friend" over and they cooked and left their pans on the stove, with food still in them. They left their plates in the living room, and the sink was full of dishes. I was a little annoyed because they left as I was walking in. I figured that they would come back and clean it up, so I left it. She came back and put the dishes from the living room in the sink. That is it. It was late, I was tired, I just went to bed. Yesterday when I came home, the mess was still there. I left and came home fairly late. I just went to bed as to not have to talk to my roommate who caused the mess.
This morning as I was leaving I noticed it was still there, I was really upset. I can't get mad at her, I can't tell her to clean up. I am not her mother, it is not my house, etc. I am so mad about it. I don't even want to go home and see her because I know she will be in the same spot that she has been for weeks on the couch with her blanket watching tv. I will just get madder as she has not done anything all day. All I want is to come home to somewhere where I can relax and feel like I am home. I think maybe I should move sooner.