Annoyed

I found out some things this weekend that have made me sick. I put it at the feet of Jesus. I will try to leave it there. I feel like a maid. My room mate doesn't even make any attempt to clean. I can only imagine what the apartment would look like if I wasn't there. I will eventually have to address the room mate thing. I must make sure my motives are pure. Am I a control freak ? Am I being anal ? I guess I'm a bit of both. I am attempting to have a home ... not a nasty bachelor pad. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.