I spend a good portion of my week deciding I was going to live in Huntsville, ON when I finish school. It is gorgeous. My father and I went up to go snowmobiling and it was wonderful- lots of fresh snow. Perfect for making my own igloo (jokes, stereotyping Canada). It has lots of snow in the winter, and lots of beautiful scenery in the summer as it is up in Muskoka.
After a lovely reading week at home at my parents' house, they kindly drove me and my tonne of stuff back to school. We parked outside and hauled everything up the outside set of stairs and then up my stairs to the main floor of my town house. It brings me great sadness to say that something died in our house...pretty sure it was my dignity. I pride myself in the living conditions that my parents raised me in and I adopted as my own. I like everything clean. I am very disappointed that my. house. was. appalling. My father would not even take off his boots, and my mom wouldn't put my bags on the counter. WAY TO GO GIRLS, YOU SUCCESSFULLY DROVE ME NUTS!
I have some pictures:
|Sink has 2 cups and a dirty spoon, dish rack is full and washing gloves are hung over the side, not on the holder we have beside the sink. Notice we have TWO dish cloths going?!?|
|I dont know if you can see, but there is a film on the counter and not noticeable on the other side is chunks of what looks like tomato sauce|
|The floor was by far the grossest. Crumbs allllll overrrrr and it looks like someone spilled something out of their fridge and didn't clean it up...|
|Is that quiche I see in the fridge when you left for 11 days?? A few weekends ago, they (Krystina, Krista and Amelia as fridge-mates) left moulding tomato sauce, a bowl of rice and thawing meat. Uhm gross?|
|Cant really tell, but there is for sure egg on the counter and also the Brita filter was left out|
For that reason, I have made some rules if you want to live with me. (of course I am not going to post them anywhere in the house, nor will I hint that I have any such rules. My bedroom door doesn't have a lock and I don't want them to drown me in one of my various cleaning supplies or suffocate me with the cleaning rags or swiffer dusters)
Rules are as follows:
-When doing laundry, collect all the rest of the cloths in the house i.e. all the bath mats, hand towels and dish towels and also check to see if any of the place mats (that I hate so much) need to be washed
I know I have high standards for cleanliness, but I feel like the simple things are just civil and respectable to your fellow housemates and especially your guests. I'm very disappointed that the house couldn't have been in top shape for when my parents came to see the place again. I'm really disappointed that anyone would have to see the mess.
Needless to say, I cleaned it up. Apparently I can't teach them this lesson when I have two midterms I have to study for, and the mess is all I can think about. Jillian has decided I have OCD. I should agree.
Darn good and sure of it,