It's not me.

I have long admitted to being a horrible housewife.  I can ignore the dust that is so thick my black bookshelves look grey. I can ignore the cobwebs that gracefully link one wall to the next. I can ignore the gobs of dust on the fan blades that look like little caterpillars from my short vantage point. And I can ignore the basket of clothes at the foot of the bed that have sat there so long I will have forgotten I owned those articles of clothing.  The only part of my house I can't ignore is the kitchen,  because that's where I bathe the baby.
But for all my ignoring of one chore or another, it's really not my fault the condo is as bad as it is. You see, my husband,  despite all his wonderful qualities, is also a slob.
How can I be expected to pick up after my overgrown teenager of a husband and then CLEAN MORE? Seriously,  I deserve a parade and a medal for what I do manage to accomplish daily given that my husband has no care or thought of what he does. When he puts AN EMPTY juice bottle in the Bathroom linen cabinet, instead of in the recycling bags in the kitchen,  how can I possibly keep our home neat and clean.  He undermines my efforts so effortlessly.  I can't freaking win.