Over the years I have been saying, talking, yelling and even cried of how much I wanted my/our place in order. I do not really mind some mess and a little disorganization. But somehow it always fell on deaf ears. If you can count how many times have I rant about I dislike an untidy house.
Well, for once I started ranting again and again and it seems like they are immune to my rantings. I gotta need to find another solution.
There those times that our place is so messy that I literally went on strike and Viola… a visitor came knocking and everyone went crazy trying to cleaned up the messy before the visitor enters our humble abode.
It happened many times and I can’t even count them anymore and yet they still love a lived in place or should I call it a pig place.
I know I should just cleaned it up and stop ranting but how will these people learned if I will just follow them every single day to make our/my place a clean one.
Anyways, time to pick up the trash and tidy up our abode.
My Rants.My Mind.My World 