A Cry for Cleanliness

On Sunday, when I returned home from Sevilla, I was not remotely surprised that my house was a total dirty shit hole, but I WAS surprised that I managed to get Lucas to somewhat assist in the cleaning process. In other words, I washed all the dishes that had accumulated in the house, and then threw him the sponge and told him to wipe down the tables. And then I wiped down all the kitchen counters and scrubbed the microwave. But it was a start, especially since, as I washed ALL the barbeque sauce encrusted plates and dried milk glasses, I mentioned that it would be a lot easier if "we" cleaned as we went (oh wait, I already do...) and he agreed! Alas, I am irked and angered and frustrated and fuggin pissed to announce, this mini cleaning sesh and the conversation it provoked have had absolutely zero effect on my compañero, and I am still living in a shit hole.

How the balls am I supposed to cook in these circumstances? I can't. I don't know if you can see this, but the sink is OVERFLOWING, thereby preventing me from cleaning my OWN shit (let alone his) and even the stove top is occupied by this greasy meaty madness. I will claim the small pot and the tupperware on the back of the stove as mine: I simply cannot wash them in the sink, because the water sprays off all the other dishes, floods the counter, and gets on my clothes. And I know as soon as I start moving things around in order to clean, I'm going to end up washing all the dishes. Like I do every week.

The maddening thing is that this began the very day we cleaned. He made sausages and left the pan in the sink. The next day there were more plates. Then he had two friends over for burgers and pasta. I asked him to clean. He said he would. That night he washed the pans and a few plates and left a small pile of bowls and plates on the kitchen counter. How is that possible? If you're cleaning, don't you want to just get it all over with? Why exactly would you just do half the job? But I am a ray of fucking sunshine, so I thanked him and, get this, he told me he doesn't understand why HIS MOM AND I (yup, I'm on Mom level officially) always bug him to clean and then thank him afterwards. Uh, because we are considerate people, I guess? He does have a point, though, why the fuck should I thank him for washing HALF of his dishes when I frequently wash not only all of my dishes but whatever scummy bullshit is sitting around the house, with absolutely no appreciation from anyone?

Aaaand that's how you write an entire blog about dirty dishes. My bad.