After my eventful meeting of the roommates for the first time, which I talked about in the last segment my boyfriend and I have since moved in and have gotten settled. Now, I’ve accepted the terms of this living arrangement and being the only female in this household I felt it was very important to set some boundaries. I won’t go into all the details, but my underling theme with my roommates is this, “I am not your girlfriend and I am not your mother.” Plain and simple or so I hoped.
It didn’t take long for the law to bend a little. I am now cooking dinner for all these boys three times a week! It just kind of happened. I said I would make dinner one night and it was a hit. One night turned into two, then two turned into three. If I didn’t work so much I’m sure three would have certainly turned into four! Most of the time dinner isn’t too difficult to tackle. I like utilizing the crock pot because I can just throw in whatever during the early hours and by the time everyone gets home dinner is ready. Simple and easy, little effort with satisfactory results! Needless to say, I’ve now won the hearts of everyone in the house and apparently I won more than that.
I didn’t realize just how far my roles have bent until today. Maybe it’s because I’ve been working so much, I haven’t noticed? If I was in a hurry I would throw someone else’s load of clothes in the dryer, or finish a load of dishes, or do two second clean jobs here and there. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m a “clean freak” but I like things to be tidy. I have habits okay!
Anyway, I was laying on the couch enjoying my day off when Justin (the one who flirts too much) placed his laundry basket, full of dirty laundry, next to me, “Um, can I help you?” He responds with, “Yeah, be a doll and start this load for me? I gotta run. See ya at five? You’re cookin right?” as he throws his boots and jacket on and strolls out the door. I didn’t even get a chance to respond. Literally dumped it on me and left. OH HELL NO!!!!
I was pissed. People had a death wish and I was ready to start granting them! Just then David (the shy one) comes out of his room with his laundry basket. He stares at me for a moment, the words on the tip of his tongue. He was going to ask me to do his F-ing laundry!! “David. Don’t. You. Dare.” I said with scorn. I must have had flames coming out of my eyes! He quickly did an about-face and closed his door behind him so fast! I think he secluded himself in his room for about an hour. Within that time I did do Justin’s laundry… except I didn’t. I neatly and gently folded all his dirty clothes, with the exception of his underwear (not happening… ever) into nice neat piles on top of his unmade bed. Ready to be worn all over again. 😈
You are welcome. Oh and guess who isn’t making dinner tonight?
What do you make of all this? I will do the boyfriend’s laundry from time to time, but that’s different. I don’t consider that a “chore” nor do I do that every day. How should I deal with the roommates about daily chores? How should I approach the subject?
Thanks for reading! ❤