Stick to your guns! I’ve raged over piles of stinking left-for-the-maid (me of course) laundry in the nasty dungeon he calls his bedroom (I wouldn’t walk barefoot in there, you’d leave w a fungus)! How many times has it taken of me doing it? Washing, drying, meticulously folding and hanging... I can’t tell you why I give in and keep doing it. Probably cause I can’t stand the smell and mess! The same w dishes left. I have 2 forks in my kitchen drawer! I’ve hidden one for emergency lol. I have to keep sense of humor. He’ll be back if he’s like my son, and you’ll swear you won’t do it again but...aren’t they good at getting what they want and...don’t they NEED clean undies?! All I wanted was to be a mom w sons that I could raise up to b good men. 3 outta 4 ain’t bad but boy does this last one break the mold! Good luck moma!