Ohmigoodness, some of these comments make me SICK! Lol! I literally DO NOT understand how people can live in complete filth, and be okay with it! I’ve been in many disgusting houses, I was house cleaner for a time, and let me tell you, three houses in particular stand out in my mind:
House 1: a bunch of guys lived there (brothers and their dad maybe? I wasn’t sure) the house was nauseating, we spent hours in that place. The “office” (more like a room with sheets as walls) was the first thing you saw coming in, the small room had STACKS of paperwork and knicknacks so full literally you could not navigate through there if you tried, then the kitchen was an absolute dump … It was obvious they were all single guys, the sink was piled so full with old dishes, they spilled over onto the counters and there was little counter space to be seen, the stove and microwave were both crusted with cooked-on old food (it took some serious scrubbing and a whole lot of cleaner) the living room was COVERED in pet hair and dust and just … DIRT.. They had indoor-outdoor dogs. It was a squat living room with the drapes pulled closed, nasty sagging furniture, carpet with weird stains, spilled dog food, old shoes, beer cans, and on one table someone had left a super nasty used bandage.. Clutter and nastiness everywhere to the point where i still wouldn’t spend time in there even AFTER I had cleaned.
House 2: an elderly hoarding couple, the actual layout of the house was pretty open, but it didn’t help them much in this case. They had a living room, and then more living room furniture where a dining room should have been, the kitchen counters were hardly visible under the tons and tons of miscellaneous vitamin and pill bottles, newspapers, dishes, old food, and just JUNK. (My cleaning partner and I both thought we saw mouse droppings by the sink ON THE COUNTER) the rest of the house literally matched the kitchen counters. Mini side tables everywhere you turned with unfinished knitting, doilies, cups of old tea, books, figurines, magazines, tissue boxes, candles, so much STUFF the tables were essentially useless. Another thing, i counted almost TEN mini wastebaskets from the bathroom, the bedroom and into the living room. It was like, kudos for having trash baskets, but why oh why can you guys not just get one regular large bin and EMPTY it? I was so glad to be out of there when we finished, although I would hardly say the place was ‘clean’ by any stretch of the imagination.
House 3: I was actually childcare for this particular place, but I also would clean up regularly. It was the type of house that was dirty as well as messy, and when I say dirty, I mean disgusting-I’m-shocked-you-all-don’t-have-diseases-dirty. It was a very large house, they had two little girls. One was potty training (and for some reason they let her run around naked 90% of the time, she would scream if she wore clothes, but it made me uncomfortable) she had one of those little kid potties that you would empty, and they left it in the livingroom of all places, the mom told me one time that when “things get too crazy around the house” she just empties it in the SINK. They also had both dogs and cats that were free to roam inside and out, the two little girls ate like birds, but the mom would always make way too much food for them and then just leave it out, eventually it would get scraped into a big pan or plate that was left on the counter and she would feed the deer around their house with it. The food would literally be rotting away on the counter though until she got rid of it. The basement was mostly carpeted with animal urine stains, actually the animals would defecate and urinate all over the house. They all had habits of not flushing the toilets throughout the house too. There was so much clutter and junk in random places, the house didn’t make any sense, they had children’s toys as the primary decoration, more toys than either of the little girls could possibly even play with (they were total spoiled brats) it was so ridiculous. I remember one time cleaning the kitchen, the floor was sticky and literally a different color because of the dirtiness, and I could not find a mop or even something that resembled one through the entire house and garage… They did not mop their kitchen. Like, at all. The worst part of the situation was that the house was actually very nice (or could have been!) the outside was a pale yellow stucco style, they had a huge private yard, gorgeous wood floors inside, big windows, etc. but they simply did not care. Even the stained carpet in the basement was new looking. They would let the kids draw on the walls too. and get this: the mom would actually get subtlety snarky and annoyed at me for cleaning, she wanted me to be the entertainment bunny for her precious kids, never mind their living environment! I could go on and on about that place.
I have my own small apartment currently, and it is spotless, I’m a bit of a perfectionist, and I like to keep things clean and organized at all times. I also regularly throw stuff out, vacuum/mop/ and disinfect everywhere. On my off days when it becomes messy though, it literally bothers me, like in the back of my mind I know I will clean it up and soon, I just cannot fathom the people opposite of me. Sorry, I just realized I wrote a book here! Oh well, entertainment for those who like to read!