I live with pigs.

I think every other person in my house is blind, or at least blind to the mess that they leave behind, walk over, walk around, sit on top of, or ignore. I also think I am the only one in this house who knows what the dishwasher is for and what to do with it. You see, even if the dishwasher is completely empty, the dirty dishes still get placed in the sink. I just don’t get it. If I use a dish, I put it in the dishwasher when I’m done with it. If the dishwasher happens to be full of clean things, I empty it so that I can put my dirty dish in it. And for the love of all that is good and righteous, if the dishwasher is full of dirty dishes, I add soap and turn the thing on! Why is that so hard for the other people that live in this house? Why? Why? WHY????

I totally get that Daniel doesn’t understand. He’s 4, and it’s probably admirable that his dirty dishes at least make it to the sink. Clayton, at 9, is pretty good about putting his stuff away too, and he’ll even rinse his dirty dish to remove food residue. But Will, James, and Neely? You’ve got to be kidding. I just walked into James’ room moments ago and removed seventeen empty soda cans or bottles. 17! He couldn’t put another thing on his night stand, there were so many cans and bottles. Billy, James’ friend who has taken up residence in Sarah’s room since she moved out, is better about leaving things in the common areas, but Sarah’s room is another story. If I were to walk in there now, I’m sure I’d find at least a dozen, if not more, bottles and cans in there too – and clothes everywhere. It’s worse than it ever was with Sarah living here. She can’t even stomach going in there, and asks me all the time why I let Billy ruin her room.

Tonight, after Will changed into his pajamas, he left his dirty clothes on the floor in his room. This is after me saying to him, “Get your PJ’s on and make sure your dirty stuff makes it to the hamper,” and, “Will, I see your clothes on the floor. Make sure they make it to the hamper when you’re done packing your lunch.” I’m sure you wouldn’t believe that 20 minutes later, I had to tell him again. Will has a habit of just stashing his dirty things in his bed. We have found days and days of dirty clothes stuffed at the foot of his bed, so much that I don’t know how he had room to sleep.

I realize that I do live with a houseful of boys, but I would think that they would get tired of me complaining and getting on them about their messes, that they would actually do something about them. Wouldn’t you? Will they ever get it?

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