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The original was posted on /r/amitheasshole by /u/kaiokrani on 2024-01-19 01:11:34+00:00.
Picture this: I'm a college student living in a 5x5 house with 4 other girls, all in our early 20s, juggling full-time school and the madness that is adulthood. I'm not just hitting the books; I'm also working a full-time job, taking 21 credit hours, and a TA, totaling a whopping 76 hours of work each week. I'm the only person in the household pulling such a "hectic" schedule.
But wait, there's more. While I'm practically working two full-time jobs, I'm also the designated cleaning fairy. I'm the only one sweeping, mopping, and doing the dishes. My roommates? They just leave their dishes in a precarious tower by the sink and ignore the whole cleaning thing. One of them has a cat, and the litter box is conveniently placed downstairs and not in her bathroom, ensuring a delightful trail of litter throughout the house. Who's stuck dealing with that mess? You guessed it – yours truly.
I tried the noble path, attempted to reclaim my sanity by ditching the cleaning duties, but the house turned into a pigsty faster than you can say "lazy roommates." Dishes piled up, the floor transformed into a hazard zone, and my own kitchen became a no-go zone. Cue the frustration.
I've pitched ideas, proposed majority rule, handed out little chore charts (which gave most of the work to me still) like candy, but it's all fallen on deaf ears. Roommate meetings? A joke. Promises made, promises broken. "We're busy," they say. Yeah, I'm busy too, but I still manage to scrub the damn floors and do the dishes.
I come home from work at 1 AM, exhausted, irritated, and hoping for a peaceful meal. Instead, I'm thrust into a drama of cleaning – dishes towering, the floor a hazardous maze. It's a cruel encore, repeated every night. The exhaustion is real, and I'm trapped in a Shakespearean tragedy of cleaning, night after night.
This weekend, I took a brief escape, leaving the house in spotless cleanliness. With the luxury of an extended MLK Jr. weekend—no classes, no work—I naively hoped for a nice, clean house upon my return on Tuesday. But oh, god forbid people clean up after themselves! A scene of utter devastation: floors transformed into sticky swamps, a towering monument of dirty dishes by the sink.And then, today, after enduring an long, miserable school day from 8 AM to 4:45 PM, I walked into our home only to be confronted by the aftermath of, yet again dishes staging a hostile takeover, the floor a chaotic battlefield. I was pissed beyond belief.
In my 45 mins of cleaning the downstairs again, I sent my roommate group chat a not so nice message. I am typically a very non-confrontational, nice person, so this was out of character for me. In essence I told them this: If I return to a sea of dishes and their crap strewn across the floor, I'm throwing it all out because I am not cleaning up after you anymore.
No more cleaning up after grown-ass adults. I might sound like a whiny bitch, but honestly, I'm just done. So, AITA for threatening to thrown away their stuff?