I finally reached my breaking point a month or so ago. The following information may be too raw and honest for some of you to handle, but hey, let's be real. We've all got something...
I live with three other adults, chronologically speaking. We all four have jobs. The kids also go to college locally. We're rarely home at the same time, except to sleep.
My issue of the moment is the kitchen... no one wants to own it, but me. On a regular basis I find dishes in the sink encrusted with dried food, dishes on the coffee table, counters crumby and trash overflowing. As an add-on problem, our electric dishwasher works if it feels like it. You'd think it was in an Appliance Union or something.
I removed the trash, decluttered the table of old newspapers and junk mail. I swept the floor and shined my sink until it gleamed. The FlyLady would be so proud. All in a day's work, right?
Time to take action... I decided to do what others may not have the guts to do. Bravery in the kitchen takes on a whole new meaning!
I calmly removed all but four knives, forks and spoons from the silverware drawer. I quietly hid all but four glasses and four plates. I went to my husband's workshop and found a handful of large zip-ties.
I returned to the kitchen and zip-tied all of the cabinet doors closed. That's right. You heard me... zzzzziippppppp! I'm not supporting this abuse anymore!
On the counter, I placed disposable plates, cups and plastic flatware. I was determined to make my point very obvious. My family was not amused by the extreme approach. They gave each other the, Uh-oh, Crazy Mom is back look.
I sweetly announced my plan to cooperate and keep clean. After all, they're from the Sesame Street generation... don't they remember any of that cooperation crap?
The biggest problem with my plan is that I am the one being punished. I am obsessed with beautiful dishes and own many. If there was a Dish Addict's Anonymous, I would attend regular meetings.
I wish I didn't care about eating a lovely meal off pretty plates. I wish it didn't bother me to drink coffee out of a paper cup.
Now, weeks later, we're back to our slovenly ways. As I stand at my sink, I feel like a failure. It's the loneliest gig in town.
I've decided, with clenched jaw, to be strong until they leave for homes of their own. What goes around, comes around... someday, as they stand at a sink up to their elbows in suds, they may have their own moment of clarity.
Her reason for the change? She's tired of working full time and still cleaning up after them. As simple as that! She's my new hero... :)
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