Roommate Frustrations

I have roommate frustrations again.

They've dissipated a bit from the high point this morning, when I escaped into my bedroom to avoid exploding and/or committing murder.

After that, I took them out on baking pumpkin muffins (sooo good!) and cooking lunch.

The trouble with living in a cold climate with a couple people who voluntarily decided to move here from a warm climate, but like to conveniently forget that they came voluntarily, is that I tend to get stuck with all the climate related jobs. Like shoveling snow. And making sure the hose is disconnected for winter. Those sorts of things.

Today, I've decided, I'm not going to do it. Someone else can shovel the snow.

I'm also not going to clean up the mess they've made in our kitchen.

And the next time there's a fiancee in my house at 7:00 in the morning because he just couldn't wait to see her, well, we'll be having a conversation about boundaries and the fact that there is absolutely no need for there to be a boy in our house at 7:00 in the morning.

Don't get me wrong, most of the time I absolutely love my roommates, but every once in a while, I have a moment where I simply want to wring their necks.