Friends and neighbors, I have had it. < begin rant>
Do you have any idea how disgusting it is to watch your trash can fill to the brim and overflow to the point you have to get a bag and hang it on a drawer? Then that bag gets filled the same way and no one will take it out?
Nevermind I'm so pregnant that trying to fit between the car and corner of the house to reach the outside bin is impossible. At the very least it is uncomfortable as heck. Carrying a 50-some gallon bag of overflowing trash on top of that isn't happening. Add to this the fact that no one but my husband can seem to park in the driveway straight.
This morning was the last straw. The dog and cats had obviously been at the bag, because when the trash can itself is too full, they're going to get to the bag. Lift to tie and riiiiiiip. There goes trash all over the floor. Even tempered and loveable as I am first thing in the morning, the rest of it gets dumped all over the kitchen in a hurricane of filth.
So anyone who wants to get to the fridge or bathroom will need to walk through the nasty mess. Did I mention that the 'room mates' and their bedrooms are just off from the kitchen? Probably forgot that tidbit. I doubt it will teach a lesson, though. These are the same people who will just walk through an area with anything on the floor and kick it out of the way, step on it, or over it.
Two use the excuse that they 'work' all day. No offense to anyone that reads this, but since when does working in fast food excuse you from helping out around a house? When does being a night guard on 2cnd shift excuse you from removing trash occasionally? Are those jobs really that hard? Frickin' please. I've worked on a farm and still cleaned my home after stacking green, fresh cut lumber 16 feet high. Bruised shoulders and neck from dragging it. Cleaned my home after spending all day in a nursing home caring for people who needed caring for, people who would love to be able to get up and clean even their nightstand off, but can't.
The others are 'too young to know better'. Bull. My 6, almost 7 year old autistic daughter knows to clean up her mess. It might take a bit of prodding, but she does it. She loves to vacuum, to straighten, to be a 'big help'. Her two year old brother jumps right in and sings our 'clean up' song. So these people are going to tell me an 11 and 14 year old can't do the same?
Sorriness. That is all this boils down to. Sorry, lazy, bull. If not for various reasons these people would be out of here so fast their heads wouldn't stop spinning for a darn week. I'm not the reason...but I will be the reason they're gone.
Ha. One just came out and asked where the dust pan was. HA! No...everyone can have a chance to dance around the mess before it gets cleaned up. As I just said..."No one has done a dang thing around here, it can stay until I clean it up. You can all walk through it for a while."
/rant
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