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That's the inverse of my house.
Come home to find MrsDeth has cleaned and tidied the kitchen.
I admire it and then proceed to unload pockets and bag over the clear peninsula and ruin the aesthetic.
DethBeard-
you are my gf.
I go to tremendous lengths to ensure there's a place to keep everything in our place tidy and yet every time I enter the living room there's a coat on the arm of one sofa, a backpack in the middle of the floor, phone & earbuds chucked on the side table and laptop on one sofa, tray she eats her dinner off of on the other. cushions piled up in the prime spot for watching the tv. we have a giant ottoman (125cm square) and when she's done putting her feet up on it it'll be kicked away from the sofa pushed by one corner so it's askew enough to not line up with anything in the room.
every time I use that room I have to tidy it up before I can even sit down.
after 10 months of asking her continually to not leave her shoes directly in the way of opening the front door as I have to move them to answer the door every single fucking time, I got a small shoe rack to go in the closest spot that doesn't prevent the door from opening and the very next day there's a pair of fucking wellies stuck behind the door again. FFffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... "well they don't fit in that rack". I then put them by the back door and said if I smash my arm into the door again trying to enter the house because it can only open halfway she'll be able to find them in the garden next time.
as for the kitchen, I setup a full size dish rack above the sink for plates, cups and cutlery with the rack on the draining board for large items like pans/tupperwares. can guarantee if i need something though it wont be on the easy to access top rack it will be buried by the mountain of shite on the draining board necessitating moving 3 pans, a cutting board, some precariously balanced glass object all ran through like some kitchen version of kerplunk with the utensil handles jabbed through the slightest gaps. I'll save the fact there's always a half empty bottle of water in the middle of the countertop and she doesn't wipe up the water after washing down the side so it's perpetually covered in puddles of sink water.
apparently I'm the messy one though.
HatBeard
I would like a 20 minute window in which to enjoy my clean kitchen before my wife wanders in and tornadoes shite all over the place.
You don’t know what you don’t have until it’s there.