If it involves unpleasant surprises—think of dog poop, hairballs, vomit, urine, mold, or that squishy mud that creeps in from outside—guess who’s stuck with the cleanup? (Spoiler: no one screams, “Hey, where’s Dad? There’s a pool of stinky goo in the trash can!”)
Just this morning, as I shuffled through the dim light of dawn to grab my laptop for this very blog, I stepped right into a mushy puddle of dog diarrhea on my dining room floor. My Labrador, who produces poops the size of dinner plates, must have eaten something that didn’t agree with her. The irony isn’t lost on me. My partner, Sam, had walked that same route just thirty minutes earlier, yet somehow, he managed to overlook the obvious mess. How does that happen?
I’m the designated cleanup crew for all the grossness around here, and it’s beyond frustrating. I often find myself muttering, “Why am I the only one who ever cleans up the disgusting stuff?” as I scrub and sanitize the aftermath.
I get it, I’ve probably set the stage for this situation with my compulsive need for cleanliness, which seems to be too much for anyone else in this household to manage. I don’t want some half-hearted attempt at cleanup—I want messes eradicated with thoroughness! Solids thrown away, liquids soaked up, and everything left smelling like I just doused it in industrial-strength cleaner. And trust me, nobody better use my good towels for this!
But let’s be real. I’m the only one who’s actually doing the blotting to begin with.
Sure, I know they’ll never learn if I keep cleaning up after them. The problem is, I’ve become so efficient over the years that the mere thought of what happens when my family “cleans” makes me shudder. I once had an incident with my son, Jake, when he was in preschool. He had a little accident on the bathroom floor and, in an attempt to cover it up, tried to clean it himself. The result? A poopocalypse: smears dried into the tile, a disaster in the grout, and a child covered in his own mess. It was a nightmare that could have been avoided if I’d just been informed right away.
Now, I’m left with the visual of that mess every time a stomach-churning situation arises. I absolutely do not want to tackle a pile of vomit mixed with last night’s dinner. But the thought of a lingering stain haunting me every time I walk past is just as horrifying. So, what’s my solution? If I let anyone else handle it, the cleanup will be shoddy; if I do it myself, I’m still left with the burden and the resentment. It’s a lose-lose situation.
When messes arise, you call in an expert. But that doesn’t mean the expert is thrilled about it. One thing’s for sure: I’ve learned to keep my good towels far, far away.
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In summary, I’m the household’s cleanup expert, and while I appreciate a tidy home, the burden of all the disgusting messes often falls on my shoulders. This leads to frustration and a never-ending cycle of cleaning.
Keyphrase: messy household cleaning
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