Days One and Two · 11:05pm Apr 14th, 2012
Day two of house sitting for my friend... Regretting having said yes despite knowing just how much of a slob they were.
This is easily the third worst kept dwelling I've ever had the missfortune to enter. Removing three black binliners worth of trash (bottles, wrappers and more chinese takeaway boxes then I care to count) from the living room, I found that along with the expected detritus cat littler had infultrated every square inch. Filth of all kinds covered every surface in the kitchen with things growing in some cupboards that even I can't find the words to discribe. All cutlery except two plates and a few glasses were scattered about the house with verious reminats adorning them. Worst still was the area around the cat litter, strune with disguarded tools that had been left to the folly of kitties.
The majority of the house hasn't seen a vac in the better part of a year and, despite having plenty of random clutter around that just needed putting away, there's an airing cubard upstairs totaly unused.
Considering the state of the rest of the house, the bathroom was in better condition then I'd expected, though this isn't saying much. I won't go into details, but sufice to say my friend tried to train the cats to use the lavatory, hasn't cleaned up the since.
After two days (well more like thirteen hours so far) battling with this horrable mess of a home, I finally feel as though I'm on the home streach, now able to sit on the rediscovered sofa without feeling the urge to clean everything. The bathroom has been fully restored to its formour usability bar regrouting, the front room now is mearly a mop and a sprose away from prefection and the kitchen is all but higenic one more.
Considering the work I've put in I'm actualy considering billing them when they get back, especialy since there was very little provided to eat and no milk.
Anyway what's my point here? Oh yeah, OCD Cherry + abismal home = no typie typie time and sore hands.
Your tired friend
Cherry
PS; though they make quite a mess, the kittens here are so freekishly adorable I've probably contracted diabetus :D
That sounds just execrable. Ewwww!!! I would not be capable of tolerating that environment for even a few minutes, even if I was not deathly allergic to cats. That kind of filth is inexcusable. Goodness! I would... not deal with any person who considered that level of hygiene acceptable.
Oh, Cherry, oh my...
That would make my head spin. My mother always taught me to keep a clean house and used simple bait to make it a habit - she taught me that if I wanted a woman to take me seriously, I'd need to clean up. She went on to specify that willingly keeping the loo and the kitchen sparkly would instantly earn me "keeper" status.
Simple bait, and effective. I'm damn proud of my clean house!
I sorry Cherry, hopefully you'll be done soon and then no more sore hands!
Gracious. Now I feel bad about harassing my roomies about tidiness issues. By comparison, our apartment is sparkling.