Own Space
So sometime in the last month, for the first time I've decided I really think I could handle living alone.
The strain of living with "babies" has become too great.
A member of our household has decided that flushing the toilet wastes too much water, so he's stopped. So not only do I have to remind people to wash dishes (and most of the time do it for them), but I also have to remind people to flush the toilet now. It wasn't so much that I had to remind him, as much as he said he would flush, and then didn't.
I was afraid they'd call me a bitch if I was too harsh. I don't care anymore.
I don't understand the low standard of cleanliness and hygiene. I just don't. I don't appreciate being other people's mother. Keep a mess in your room: that's cool... just have respect for other peoples' space.
The strain of living with "babies" has become too great.
A member of our household has decided that flushing the toilet wastes too much water, so he's stopped. So not only do I have to remind people to wash dishes (and most of the time do it for them), but I also have to remind people to flush the toilet now. It wasn't so much that I had to remind him, as much as he said he would flush, and then didn't.
I was afraid they'd call me a bitch if I was too harsh. I don't care anymore.
I don't understand the low standard of cleanliness and hygiene. I just don't. I don't appreciate being other people's mother. Keep a mess in your room: that's cool... just have respect for other peoples' space.