Aita for expecting my husband to confront our roommates on their refusal to clean up after their cats?
Apologies in advance for any typos.I'm using voice typing because i'm about to be late for work due to this. I'm gonna be late already, I might as well get my answers.
So me (f23) and my husband (m23) Live with two roommates (m24 and f 23). We all get along pretty well as we're friends. We've all lived together about a year and in that time I could count on my hands the number of times my roommates have cleaned up after their cats. It's disgusting. We used to live in a cramped apartment with a closet dedicated to litter boxes.That was always pretty gross until I took over cleaning it. At the time I wasn't paying a lot for rent, and they were kind of letting us stay with them, So I didn't mind taking over a chore like this to contribute some kind of labor.
We have since moved into a beautiful house. When we first moved into this home I was interested in staying for a long long time. However, I just can't see that being something I want to do anymore. Most of the chores generally don't get done unless me and my husband do them, That I don't mind at all. I'm definitely a very domestic person with aspirations of being a mother and homemaker. In fact, I do the majority of chores for me and my husband through an arrangement I decided upon. But there's one chore that they explicitly said they would handle one hundred percent when we all moved in: cleaning up after their 3 cats.
Twice my roommates have cleaned up the litter box they put in our bathroom. My husband cleans that litter box. He certainly avoids it, But I don't blame him , it's not really his responsibility. The only reason it really gets cleaned is because I expect it to be clean, And I'll start asking or clean it myself if it gets bad. That's not the bad part.
The worst of all of this is where the cats poop other than their litter box. The hallways consistently Have cat poop all over the floor at varying levels of dryness. They poop right in front of my bathroom door and the laundry room door, Which means three things.
Consistently , my morning is ruined by stepping out of my bathroom feeling fresh as a daisy, and then stepping directly into a pile of cat feces.
The entire floor of the house smells terrible.
My roommates regularly do laundry. This means they've seen the piles, probably step in them too, and just walk away like that's not a literal biohazard that they are responsible for.
I'm talking , like five separate logs in different spots in the same hallway. It's just so gross.
This is where my husband is involved. He kind of isn't. Typically, when I get fed up with the piles building up.I will send a message in our household group chat about it and it gets cleaned in a few days. I spent the past couple of days telling him explicitly "I'm like a couple of days from flipping out over the cat poop" or "just stepped in cat poop again! Please say something to them." Because I am so sick of being the only one to bring it up. It makes me feel like a nag. I know it bothers him, But he is very resistant to bring it up to them. I feel like he's just trying to be noncontational to keep things cool between everyone, But I don't think it's cool for my roommates to be leaving feces around the house like this and expecting us to just be okay with it.
Today I crashed out a little. I stepped out of the shower in a good mood, Ready to go to work. Foot went right into a pile of cat poop. I kept my cool, Washed my foot, Carried on getting ready for the day. Then I step in a different pile. I did not keep my cool. I'm now late to work from recovering from my minor breakdown and rewashing my foot. I sent a few paragraphs to my husband about how frustrated I was and how I never signing a lease with them again, As well as my frustration with him for not confronting the situation at any point and letting me be the one to handle it while communicating my understanding of his position as a nonconfrontational guy. I then called him even though he was at work because I was just so worked up and felt hearing some affirmation from him would help. He picked up the phone, Heard me sob for about twenty seconds and then hung up on me with no message to explain. It's been like forty minutes with no text or anything.
It's been seven months of this , and I have to deal with five more, It would be so much easier to handle this if I felt like I had a teammate. Please help me, aita for Expecting him to confront this so I don't have to anymore?
Edit: spoke to husband and he HAS tried to tell one of them (he's closer to one than the other) to stop leaving the cat poop one on one in casual settings and this hasn't changed anything. They won't listen when he is gentle or when I am direct.