Dishes...

November 8, 2009 - 4:41 PM

So I have been living with my roommate for more than a year now, and I have finally exploded.
We both have very good, long-term relationships, so both of our boyfriends are often around.
I have heard that the most-argued dilemma within college households is that of the dishes. My house is no different.

For more than a year now, my boyfriend and I have been welcomed home with a sink full of stinky dishes that have been left to sit for days.

Until just recently, I have been sweet about asking them to clean up the dishes they make and leave for me to smell.

But the other day, before a few of my friends came over, I asked my roommate and her boyfriend to please clean up so that the company didn't see our house a mess.

Instead of saying yes or even politely saying that they simply had no time, my roommate's boyfriend rudely declared that the football game took priority so the dishes would not get done.

I was flabbergasted. I couldn't believe that someone who I didn't even live with was being rude to me about his mess in my space.

Later that night, I took the opportunity to tear into him. I let out the most horrible, terrifying bellow of my entire life, and I told him never to lip off to me in my home again-and I told him to clean whatever I tell him to whenever I tell him to or to get lost.

As you can probably imagine, it was a lovely evening.

Since then we haven't spoken. But there hasn't been a dirty dish in my sink since. And he hasn't been rude to me in my own home since either.

I felt bad for having to resort to intimidation, but after more than a year of being nice, only to be talked down to by a guest in my home, I felt like I had no other choice.

It is too bad that my friends haven't learned to clean up after themselves even though they are juniors in college. But it has shown me how much I value a clean home and how important it is to others around me to make sure that I clean up after myself.