I had a tantrum this morning and sent Dh an angry text that the countertop is not the garbage and to stop putting trash on the counter because that doesn’t help. I was home alone and knocked over one of the cans in his trash pile on the counter while I was cleaning up and it still had soda in it that of course got all over everything resulting in a bigger mess to deal with when I was trying to log on to work asap.
Are we sharing a husband? If I didn't believe real science completely, I would say there is a gene for this kind of messiness. His parents and our oldest daughter are this way too. Like they have absolutely NO concept of a garbage can. H is getting better but....