Trololol. So today I spent a big chunk of my time cleaning the bathroom (thanks J for pissing all over the toilet rim), tidying up the kitchen including washing all my own dishes plus dishes of unknown origin, loading and unloading the dishwasher (that K refuses to learn how to operate), buy new laundry baskets for the used dish towels (no one else seems to think that dish cloths need to be washed), scraped the weeks old pancake batter from the cutting board (courtesy of K), wiped down all the surfaces, emptied the bin and tidied away my mess in the living room.
Later in the evening I wander into the living room to say goodnight to K and she tells me that we need to clean the living room and almost accuses me of not doing enough cleaning. Lolno, I do more cleaning than K and J combined. The reason the living room is a mess is because I decided that the other two adults in the house could take responsibility for their share of the mess for a change.
