The big sadness of my life is that my beautiful daughter is threatening to move to a dumpster if I make her clean her room. (She lives in a different city from me in a house that she and three others rent from me, so as a "landlady-parent" I can still insist on a clean room). My response is this: Moving to a dumpster would probably be an improvement over your room. (Besides, she might run into BLOB_CASTLE.)
It's not as bad as you might think in here. Just put on some gloves and you're all set!
BREAKTHROUGH: A short essay on Dysfunctional Parenting 101: The junior unit ran out of money -- so she took up my offer on a clean room in exchange for October rent. Keep it clean and November is on the house as well. (note - she's had an offer of free rent all along if she would let me help her make a budget - but she turned that offer down (so instead I've been supplying her with food and bus tickets). The reason for my caution is a couple of years ago she gave all her money to a boyfriend. We are still recovering from the nightmare that he was.
Dang lil, how many houses do you have?! Sorry, that's rude. I think living with roommates can create a laxness that the individuals might not have otherwise, in regard to cleanliness/tidiness, if only to ensure that people coming over or dropping by will have a place to sit. I'll admit that it's taken me a long time to get to where I am now in regard to my attitude about the topic, but I think it was necessary for me to take that time. Oddly enough, my typical "uniform" (or the clothes people see me in most often) came out of that process. In college, I would often have to make decisions like, "if I buy smokes, then I can't do laundry" or, "if I get one more beer, then I can't do laundry." So, I didn't do much laundry. However, I went to school in downtown Boston, close to the shopping centers. Whenever I was about to run out of clean shirts, I would go down to Filene's Basement or Marshall's or whatever and buy a package of white t-shirts, whatever brand was cheapest. So, I was almost always wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. When I finally got around to washing my clothes, I . . . well, I don't want to say how many white t-shirts I had. Let's just say that when I had a housekeeper and I explained why, she smacked me and then laughed for a long time. Even now, I prefer them, though I also wear solid colored t's. It's a pretty good go-to for me (I think).
"The bank is a HUGE partner in all this. My current spousal unit has been an entrepreneur and visionary from time to time. I was living in a dump(ster) when he met me. Hubski, however, is the great equalizer. Houses, housekeepers, we're all just text on a screen. However, tonight I made buttermilk-cheddar biscuits which were fluffy and flakey. I've been reading about biscuit secrets -- I believe it was your recipe that got me going in the first place. The biscuits were to accompany my fish chowder made with fresh haddock, perch, tilapia, potatos, carrots, onions, leek, frozen peas, and one can of Campbell's clam chowder.how many houses do you have?!
It depends on what you mean by "have."
The thing with biscuits is, that they're easy enough to make, but you have to make them enough times to get the feel for how to make really great ones. Then, they become easy enough to make that you way as well make some, for whatever reason. If nothing else, making biscuits is good motivation to work out!
Oh no, no euphemism. When I lived abroad, I had a housekeeper who came 6 days a week and did the floors, did the washing and ironing and all kinds of other stuff. Great lady. I paid her a fair wage and did things like paid her medical bills and got her a phone. In return, she took good care of me and made sure that when I was going through a rough patch, that I wasn't burning the candle from both ends too often.