I’m refusing to buy anything until we’re out of the chewing stage.
Kids or puppy?
A perfect house is a sign of a wasted life warped and disturbed mind!.
It's a home and should have some scars.
2 teenagers and 2 cats. So untidy and trashed. We got 2 leather sofas delivered and within a fortnight the cats had absolutely destroyed them by using them as scratching posts. And every teenager knows that you should never put something in the bin when you can drop it down the side of your chair instead
I can’t really talk though. The dining room invariably has one of my bikes in, with an assortment of parts and tools
You can have a nice, clean, tidy house if it's just you and two cats.
After moving all my stuff out to rent my flat out on AirBnB, I re-painted everything and have re-arranged every single cupboard and drawer in my house. The final one was to re-do the "cupboard of tupperwares, random plastic containers and old jars" on Christmas Eve morning. Felt amazing.
The rest of y'all are just making excuses 😉
Like I said "a warped and twisted mind" your guitarhero 🙂
I don't have kids but do have a dog.
We keep our house as immaculate as we can. It cost a lot of money for us and I like to get some comfort from keeping it nice.
I do loads of biking, swimming and running. I run my own business but still like to spend a lot of lazy time cleaning up.
It would be much harder with children.
I'm not any more deranged or less outdoors enthusiastic that anyone else on here and sure OCD does kick in but it's nice to be in a clean and tidy environment.
Keeping it spot on can be a draining task though.
A lot of people I know seem to let things go to pot, and there is a lot of can't be arsed involved. That's not necessarily a smart move either. For instance mate didn't cut his hedge eventually the hedge got that big the wall fell over.
He's left that too.
Well, I told a lie.
Elderly relatives are worse. Having non-carpeted floors seems to be carte blanche to traipse in whatever shite is on your shoes and not bother to remove them (or even ask) at the door.
Cue scrubbing an odd combination of show polish and steam train soot of my lovely Amtico floor.