Anonymous wrote:I hate being in my home. Every time my DH comes through a space, he leaves it a totally disaster and takes no responsibility for cleaning up after himself. Food spills on the counter, dirty socks all over the living room, torn open envelopes from the mail just left on the table, he got our kids fish tanks that now he never bothers to clean, got out the ladder and some tools to clear an object from the satellite tv dish and then just left them in the backyard, video game shit all over the living room table, etc. There is not one room in the house I can go to that he hasn’t absolutely trashed. Right now he’s in the basement looking for something, I can hear him overturning boxes Andy I know he won’t repack the, so I’ll have to do it later.
Yes, he has ADHD, but he refuses to treat it even though we have talked extensively about it affects the rest of the family (I and our two kids also have it, which means that when the house starts getting cluttered, things get lost and everything quickly spin so into chaos). Life is just so much easier and calmer when he travels for work, and I’m tired of spending every waking moment trying to maintain some sense of calm and order in the house. I’m just so tired every moment I am in this tornado-wake of a house.
Is there a space that's just his? Like a desk or an office?
Huck all his leftover shit in there and close the door. If he complains, tell him you're not his maid and that he has no right to impose his sloveliness on the rest of the house.
I too have a sloppy husband with ADHD who literally doesn't see the messes he makes. So into his study go all those empty envelopes, dropped socks, unfolded laundry, etc. I close the door and let him deal.