Why is it that I'm the one who has to solve the problems of my entire townhouse of six girls that are 20 years of age or older? Why is it that everyone (not me included...in the case of cleaning anyway) will sit around and bitch about how much they don't like something that another roommate does or they want something to change BUT DO NOTHING TO CHANGE IT? It's beyond me. Now, I will admit, I am never one for confrontation. I will wait until the very last minute of the eleventh hour to confront someone if I can. But it's really not that hard when you really want to get something done.
For example: one of my roommates (let's call her roommate A), comes to me and complains about roommate B, and also tells me that roommate C is fed up with roommate B not picking up after herself. Why don't they tell each other this? I will NEVER know.
So therefore, today I decided that enough is enough. I will NO longer be in the middle of all of this. First of all, two of my roommates are my best friends. One is more close to me than the other. So this makes me out to be the referee in basically any case. So what do I do? Ask myself..."how would a teacher handle this?" and therefore suggest a chore chart. YEP. That's right. I don't care if these girls haven't seen one since second grade, this is what's happening. (It's mostly because I saw one of my roommates cleaning the bathroom today and realized that I couldn't remember when I had done that last. Yes...sort of icky. But I'm sure we've all been there.) And I felt really bad about that. My mom did not raise me to be a freeloader. And no one in my living space will be one either.
SICK. AND. TIRED.
Oh and most likely at least one of my roommates is going to get annoyed with me about being a big girl about this. Fun fun.
apples and peanut butter, great lunch to me!!
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