Had not been such a lazy cow who sat on her backside watching re-runs of Dallas and let her home be a slum then maybe her off spring would not have the cleaning skills of a limbless pig.
I kid you not, her house was a slum, 6 cats 2 dogs (one that was never house trained) washing piled high, dishes with food on left every where, never a clear space on the table or a sofa/chair you could sit on with out having to move rubbish/pets, over flowing bins, fly's maggots, and bits of dead things the cats had had.
Surprisingly DH was very clean personally, always bathed (once you moved the slime from said bath) cleaned his own clothes and so on. but he is sooooo messy and will just stick dishes (with food still on them) in the sink, thinks the toilet brush is an ornament and the bedroom floor is better then the wash basket.
His brother, sister and half sister are all the same, they live in mess and filth.
I am so fed up of the mess.
I sure as hell hope it is not genetic as I do not want my two sons to grow up and live like this and some poor woman think I never cleaned and that is why she is having to slave behind my son.
Rant over/awaits flaming