God dammit every time

I spent ALL DAY cleaning this house, doing laundry, walking the dogs, cooking a big meal, and cleaning the kitchen. Roommate FINALLY said he was going to bed, so I "closed the kitchen" for the night (wiped down the counters, cleaned the stove, put everything away, etc).

And once I am lying in bed relaxing and reading, that MF goes to the kitchen and blends a fkng cocktail, and knowing him, I will wake up tomorrow and the counters will be all sticky and there will be a dirty blender.

🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

I miss living alone 😞