Never Good Enough

Is it possible that everything you do in life is never good enough? I cannot express how angry it makes me feel to know that people do not appreciate the things that I do. Today, I cleaned the house for at least 4 or 5 hours. And yet, Erica just about killed me when she got home because it still was not good enough. I worked for an hour hooking the toilet up so that it could be flushed. I cleaned the weightroom 3 times -- dumping gallons of soapy, bleach water, scrubbing on my hands and knees, and then wet-vacing it up. And yet, it was not good enough. Cleaning is not bad, but cleaning messes that you did not create is. Having your friends leave your house trashed is not the greatest feeling in the world. I really could care less what you had going on today, or where you had to go.. you do not leave that big of a mess for somebody else to clean up. The mountains can wait, they are not gong anywhere. Last night was the first, and most definitely the last party I will host. Good work friends, you made the start of my new year that much worse.