When you put in the time and effort..

When you put in time and effort to clean up one room after another just for your husband to mess it up.

Lets start like this. We rent a house from the mom in law. To be blunt. She's a bitch. Says she is gonna repair the house but just brings people in to give free estimates and fixes nothing.

Our floors are plywood, the ac works half ass. (Window unit) and the babies room doesn't even have walls.. (currently saving to put drywall up. Yes me)

Husband and I went to the hospital tour to see how it would be when I give birth to our son. Figured it would open his eyes. Opened mine. I got home, starting to clean one room after another. First with the laundry room. Mom in law had a bunch of beat up furniture she left and didn't want. So I carried it out and now it's on the porch waiting to be burned. I then moved the portable laundry basket in that room. (It rolls and has four bags side by side)

I also caught up on ALL of the laundry. Still folding. I work 4pm-4am (12 hour shift) (34 weeks pregnant today) and I come home to find his dirty ass work clothes in the living room floor and his work hat sitting on the babies clothes.. (I got mad) I grabbed the hat and chucked it in the room in the floor for him to find when he wakes up. And I'm thinking.. should I pick up his dirty ass clothes and move them myself.. or ask for ideas..?

Even worse he doesn't wash dishes. And I can't all the time.. so now both sinks are full and my grandmas pots he used are full of molded food on he front porch.. shits gotta change.

I'm 19, he's 22.