Tornado

So I have been very jet-lagged this whole week so far, and haven't been able to do much in the way of housework. Well, certainly more than Mikey has ever done, but not much according to my own standards. This is why there is no post from Monday the 29th, my first day back. I slept all day until 6pm, and then tried to go to bed 6 hours later at midnight to reset my schedule.

Anyway, I did clean the house from the giant mess Mikey had made while I was gone. I haven't however, had the opportunity to clean my bathroom, my room, or vacuum.

So I did a bit more tidying up today when I came home from work. Mikey had a giant stack of his mail on the dining table. I gave him from Sunday (the day I got back) until today to do something with it. That's a 3 day grace period, and he still failed to do something with it. So I moved it to his room. Well, I just noticed that in the hour and a half he just spent here he moved half the stack back to the dining table. Why? I don't know. It's all mail that's addressed to him. When I get my mail, I take it to my room, read it right away, throw it away, or store it in my desk immediately. Why he has dozens of letters that he keeps moving everywhere, I have no idea. But I'm going to go buy some sort of decoration for the dining room table, and hopefully, that will prevent him from putting his mail there anymore.

Well, like I said, he was here for an hour and a half just now. And like I said before that, I came home from work and did a bit of further cleaning. And by a bit, I mean I spent nearly an hour in the kitchen emptying the dishwasher and cleaning everything spic and span. I went to my room and started watching some YouTube videos. In about 10 minutes, Mikey came home from...doing whatever he was doing.

I heard him in the kitchen for about 20 minutes or so, then I heard the XBOX 360 turn on in the living room. He played XBOX for about an hour, then he played drums for 20 minutes. He stopped by my room, told me he was going to work, and told me to water the backyard.

I emerged form my room and went to the kitchen. And I saw an absolutely horrendous mess in the kitchen. Nearly as bad as the initial mess I came home to upon my return form Tokyo. And I had JUST finished cleaning and shining the whole kitchen. Took me an hour, or close to it, to do it. And it took Mikey a matter of 20 minutes to destroy the whole thing again. It looks as if someone came in here and cooked all three of their daily meals and didn't clean any of it:

Opened peanut butter and jelly jars in the sink. An opened milk container on the counter. All the pots and pans, dirty, on the stove, a grocery bag on the counter. dirty utensils and about half a dozen napkins strewn about. A chair from the dining room all the way in the living room in front of the TV.

Using a plate and not putting it in the dishwasher is one thing. That's not a big deal at all. But you're telling me that he made THIS much of a mess, had time to play an hour of XBOX and 20 minutes of playing the drums, but he couldn't clean up any of this?

I can't fucking believe this...