Whose Fault Is It, Anyway?

It's Bill's fault that this apartment is an absolute mess

It's Bill's fault that I sit here with hair that needs washing

It's Bill's fault that I'm up at 2am instead of getting the sleep I need

It's his fault that I stumble around empty packing boxes stacked up all over the apt.

It's his fault that the laundry (washed, dried and folded ) sits in the basket beside my  desk  instead of being put away where it belongs..

It's his fault that I have cereal for lunch ...  milk and crackers for supper.. instead of making the effort to go to the grocery store

 It's  MUST be his fault