Living with another person is exhausting. We share a bed. We share food. We share space. Somehow I’m being unrealistic when I ask for a certain level of cleanliness to my apartment that is higher than a layperson’s normal level of cleanliness.
I want my apartment to be clean. I don’t want oily smears on my sugar / flour / spice jars. I want the bottom of pots and pans cleaned so the oil doesn’t transfer to other surfaces. I don’t want tomato sauce on the kitchen towels I wipe my hands with. Why this is such an issue is honestly so beyond me. This is my apartment. I live here.
I’m a huge fan of the “clean as you go” approach to cooking etc. and it boggles my mind that the kitchen has to get destroyed (food bits on the floor, oil smears on utensils, piles of used things littering the counter, trash lying around, spices not put away) for a single meal.
I’m exhausted and I just want a clean apartment. Fuck.