One of my roommates called me neurotic yesterday, and I’m wondering if they’re right. What happened is this: someone put a pen through the dryer which means ink exploded all over the damn thing. The responsible roommate didn’t inform the rest of the house about this or bother to clean it up… so my clean clothes went through and came out with quite a few stains yesterday morning.
I discovered this at 7am after the gym and before the shower. Let’s not sugarcoat it: I completely lost my shit. I take care of my things – especially the nice ones (like my Oscar de la Renta button up, overpriced designer silk romper, favorite over sized plaid shirt or the cutest pair of gray panties known to mankind–acquired at Gap Body, FYI) that were in this particular load of laundry. The full-on meltdown immediately followed in my kitchen, complete with waterworks and nonsensical muttering under my breath, all before 7:15am. I used an entire bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured so much Goo-Off over my clothes that it ate all the nail polish off my fingers. Huffing fumes is a great way to start your day, for the record. It took another two hours after work with a second bottle of rubbing alcohol and the Goo-Off to get all the spots off my clothes, plus 40 minutes to clean out the inside of the dryer.
It seems the romper will have to be dyed navy or be written off as a total loss, but the clothes are mostly salvaged. None of the roommates understand why I’m still pissed. In fact, they insist I’m being overly neurotic about this.
Now, I’ll be the first to admit I’m the house Dish Nazi and everyone feels my wrath if the person with bathroom duty that week tries to cut corners. Messy kitchens and dirty bathrooms are gross, okay? I’m not a 19 year old college student striking out on their own for the first time; I’m an adult and my house is not going to look like it did five years ago. In this instance, it’s just a respect issue. I would’ve taken a whopping three minutes to put a Post-It on the dryer and 40 to clean it themselves when they got home.
There’s only 150 days until the lease it up. Someone reassure me it’s not too soon to start a countdown.