This is why I freak out much more often than I used to, right here. I begged these boys to take out the trash 3+ times each and was told by both that they were “fixing to do it” and that “it will get done”. Doesn’t look like it got done to me. The dishes and the table are an every week thing. They don’t understand how much it messes with my OCD & gives me anxiety, even after I’ve physically cried about it before. I started my new job this week and can’t pick up after them anymore. I don’t know what to do. Our lease doesn’t end until December and these guys are two good friends and do help me out with other things at times, but I can’t take it anymore. Have you ever had this messy of roommates? How did you get them to finally pick up after themselves? I’ve tried every angle I know. The last picture I discovered this morning!