minor complaints about my house which cause me much stress

Whhhoooo...just got off of work! How great it feels to not have people calling my name at every second. I am now in the comfort of my home where the constant sound of dog whines and guinea pig squeals fills the air. Where there is always something dirty in the kitchen sink whether its the mixing bowl from my roommates brownie batch last night or his 15 spoons, 5 glasses, and 2 plates which he finally cleared out of his room after days of not knowing what that funky smell was. The kitchen table is forever covered in mail from the current week. What bothers me most about the bottom level of my house is the floors... no matter how many times I vacuum the living room or sweep and mop the kitchen(by the way I am the only one who has ever EVER swept and mopped the kitchen floor) it always seems to look dirty in a matter of minutes.

The second floor bathroom is never clean and because of this no one could
even pay me to go in there. The TV room on this same level never looks presentable and I can never seem to make myself comfortable while I am in it unless I have sole possession of the couch. Did I mention that there is all kinds of unnecessary crap that takes up what little floor space exist in this room? I believe that this is that same crap that I brought down to the basement once before because I was sick of it getting in the way. It miraculously did to me what every other thing I clean up does....makes itself a mess again. It boggles my mind how I brought this shit down in to the basement after hearing many complaints about it and somehow it walked up two flights of stairs just to piss me off again. I would rather not continue on the issue of the second floor as the other room does not belong to me and is none of business as to what it looks like even though the door is open half the time. I like to keep it shut and I do every time I see it.

The third floor is my favorite place in the house for the simple reason that I get to decide how dirty or clean it becomes. My laundry is always overflowing and it seems that no matter how many times I wash clothes and how I will wear the same shirt 6 times before it gets cleaned the basket seems to fill itself in a single day. My draws are about as messy as they could be. Nothing in my dresser has a "place." When I put away clean clothes they pretty much go where there is space. The only exception to this is socks, underwear and shirts which are hung up, they are always in the same spot. The closet floor is covered in a sea of shoes, many of which I have only worn one or to times but because of some reason or another I refuse to get rid of them. The top of the closet is filled with various board games and clothes that I’ve tried on on an ugly day and instead of folding them or putting them back on a hanger I just tossed up. For me an ugly day is one in which I try on numerous outfits in an attempt to find one that doesn't make me look ugly. I realize that I’m not actually ugly I just for some reason am extra unsatisfied with the quality of my clothes and the way they fit me. The toilet in my bedroom gets religiously disinfected on a weekly basis. I loath dirty toilets and it disgusts me that I live in a house with a guest bathroom that’s only been cleaned a total of three times. The guinea pigs are forever kicking crap out of their cage and on to the floor of my bedroom. Because of this our some-what broken vac gets to live on the third floor even more cluttering up my personal space. It would also be nice if I didn't have to clean their cage so fucking often!! It serves me right for having them! They are like my children and no matter how much I neglect them they will always give me love.

The basement of my house causes me the least stress because I hardly ever go down thee unless it is one of my many laundry excursions, but then it is in and out without getting a chance to look around and see how shitty it is. Alas I have picked this up even though I wanted to avoid it. The whole right side of the floor is cover in crap which my boyfriend and I have neglected to do anything with since the day we moved in. Minus the one day when we worked on it for a few hours. This resulted in just about nothing but a cluttered living room for a month and the single removal of an old computer desk. The right side consists of the pile of tools and the laundry room. The tools have buckets to go in to but are not organized by any definition of the word. I can find what I’m looking for most of the time because I use the same four tools every time and I always throw them in the same place. The laundry room makes me sad. The floor is covered in leaves and various other organic and inorganic shrapnel, which gets wet every time it rains. Perhaps the worst thing is that I fell like the ceiling is caving in on me more and more as the see this room.

The general complaints that I have for the house as a whole are that there is more clutter here then I am comfortable with and I can never fucking get the temperature just right!

The outside of my house is in progress and will most likely become my favorite place to hang out once the backyard is complete. I really have no complaints about this other then the fact that it took us so fucking long to start.

I promise it is not as bad as I make it out to be its just that all of this has been building up for a while now. So this is the end of my rant. I guess now that I have named everything that I hate I can now work on what I am going to do about all of this shit. Hooray for me!! I now can fix it all.