When I was 20, I moved in with my then boyfriend, and his two buddies. It was a three bedroom apartment, one guy had left and we took his room. So the two (three) buddies had been in this apartment over a year when one moved out and I, the only woman, moved in with my bf.
Three men in this apartment and me, all aged 20-25. Two whom had lived there definitely over a year, maybe even two. The kitchen was full of unpacked boxes, and crap just everywhere. They had a path from the back (main) door, through the kitchen and into the living room. Like a worked out path in a hoarder house. The living room was slightly better, but covered in fast food litter, soda/beer bottles, pot head ashtrays... And I will not describe the bathroom. It was disgusting.
I spent my first week cleaning. Days of cleaning. I went through the boxes, asked everyone what they wanted to keep, motivated them to take what they want and find a better spot for it, threw out what they didnt want. I put away the dishes and found homes for the stuff I could clearly tell their mom's gave them to make house, and used set things out nice. I cleaned the living room and the bathroom.
Now, I had to mop. I had to do the dishes. These guys here, had a portable dishwasher they were using. They told me the kitchen sink was broken for the last 9months. We had a slumlord, so no help there. I said, I'm going to look at this sink and see whats wrong. We cant live without a kitchen sink. Well, maybe they could, but I couldn't. So,
I clean out the cabinets under the sink, moldy cleaning bottles, molded cardboard, wet plastic bags. Disgusting work. Get it cleaned out and get to looking at the plumbing. There are multiple rags, now molded, tied around one pipe. I start to pull them off. They just disintegrate as I pull them off. Gross, so gross but I do it. Clean it up, and look at the pipe.
Y'all. Three men in this house, and all I do is see the pipe is out of its fitting. I push the pipe into its fitting and tighten the screw thing thats around it. Sink fixed. There was no leak, the pipe was just out of its fitting. 9 months with no kitchen sink, and minus the cleaning time, it took me less than a minute to fix it. I will never forget that day.
After that, the guys treated me like a mom and would clean up slightly better after themselves, but I did all the cleaning. I do miss cooking them food, they always loved it when I cooked for them, and just those compliments alone were enough for me. But that fucking sink will go down in my own history forever, and I gave them shit for it at least a month.
I remember a few weeks later, one of the girlfriends came over, "oh I was going to clean up, it looks so nice now". She didn't live there, why should this dudes girl have to clean an apartment she doesn't live? I have absolutely gone to a boyfriend's apartment who has male roommates and like, cleaned the bathroom just so I could use it looking crazy cleaning the bathroom 8pm on a Saturday night hang sesh. So I get it, but like ... Anyway
My son cleans his own bathroom now, so he can't say he doesnt know how. Also if you always put the toilet seat lid completely down everytime, everyone has to lift it the same, and everyone has to put it back down again just the same, and you don't get shit particles on your toothbrush when you flush, swirling that shit into the air. Everyone should close the lid completely after use, it's fair and hygenic.