Maid

I made a reference to what this blog is about in the last entry. Actually, I've been mentioning it all along.

I clean everything. Literally everything. Everything in this house that is put away in it's place, I did it. Cleaned, tidied, dusted, organized: all me. This whole house is in a constant state of cleanliness because I've made a habit of cleaning everything twice a day.

At first, it was completely okay with me. And to an extent, it still is okay with me. I can't stand looking at any messes, so it's better for my own sanity to just clean it myself than to bitch at him about it. If he happened to use a dish or make a bit of a mess but wasn't able to clean it up, I was okay with picking up after him.

However, it's gotten to the point now that I'm rightly certain he does it on purpose. I'll come home or wake up to trash and beer bottles on the counter, rather than in the trash that is right underneath the sink. He'll put his dishes in the sink run some water over them instead of putting them in the empty dishwasher, or instead of washing them by hand. And, as I mentioned, he'll leave stuff that belongs in his room just laying around about the house when he could have easily just put it back in his room himself.

I'm not sure if he's now just used to me picking up after him, and he knows he doesn't HAVE to do it himself, and he's just being lazy. Or, since he's complained about me being too clean, if he's just doing it to get to me. To see how much I can take. To justify the claim he made on the night of the aluminum can incident. That I'm going to get burnt out if I keep cleaning as much as I have been.

Whatever the reason is, I know he's doing it intentionally. And it's disrespectful and inconsiderate for him to just do that on purpose.