I’d have to say the worst part of living with strangers is having different ideas of clean.
My idea of clean is this:
It’s clean, no dirt on the floor. No hair tumbleweeds rolling around. No molding food. It’s so clean that it could be considered sterile. And it smells like it is clean, like bleach!
My roommates idea of clean:
Atleast you can see the floor…right? And we’ve got tons of items, so in case we ever need a large blue bunny, we are covered….Literally.
It was the hardest thing to get used to. Everyone has their own idea of what the house should look like and guess who gets to clean it?
Because I can’t stand to see my house in shambles, I clean it all up.
I used to hate cleaning when I was a kid. My mother made my sister and I clean every Saturday before we could go out and play. And clean by her standards was wiping down the blinds, sweeping and mopping every floor, flipping the seat cushions on the couch and vacuuming them as well. So as you can tell, I am used to such cleaning.
I just want to say that I am SO thankful that my Mother raised me that way, even though I complained about it back then, I can’t thank her enough!
Here is the lesson to be learned:
Know what your roommates cleaning style is before you move in, if possible.
(It would have saved me a lot of grief!)