Yeah, I have that problem here. I'm the only one who cleans or at least cleans worth shit. So everyone tries to dump it on me. Of course, I, in turn, rebel something fierce and havoc, chaos and disaster insues shortly thereafter.
The house ends up being a disgusting disaster zone and they all happily sit in it like pigs in a sty while I'm ready to have an aneurism over the messiness and the fact I can't have any friends over because it's a wreck.

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Just clean the fucking house. Trust me. Being a rebel when nobody else cares is just a recipe for disaster.

If you like the house clean, you're welcome to crash at our place at any time. I'm likin' ya more all the time, babe.

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*laughs* Funny that I have that effect on some people.
I like a clean house, but I'm not nitpicky about everything being in it's place or having every single speck of dust wiped clean. I like a house that's lived in and is real. I don't dig showcase houses where it looks like an anal retentive cleaning Nazi reigns supreme.

And I finally broke down and cleaned yesterday.
It's already a disaster zone again.
*sighs*

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