Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Living with a clean freak

It isn't easy living with me.  I definitely get that.  I'm a bit of a neat freak.  And it shows no signs of getting better.  In fact, it may be getting worse.  I used to just hate clutter and stuff laying around. It's grown to a love for the smell of bleach, 409 and hating of all things dirty, dusty and sticky.

Probably a few things led to the "growth" or change.  I know that my mom had lost faith that it would ever happen.  I wasn't the cleanest kid.  Even as an adult, I had things I could work on.  But as time has gone on, I've learned that doing chores quickly (like laundry and dishes) rather than letting it sit around and accumulate actually helps bring order to my day and pass the time more quickly.  Of course living with a sociopath who screamed if you put a dish in the sink instead of the dishwasher was a motivator too.  It has gotten to where I have a hard time starting the day if the laundry isn't folded and the dishwasher emptied and put away.

Turns out that I'm not just crazy!  There are actually legitimate reasons for doing the crazy things I need to do to keep my world in order.  And it's more than discovering that if you do one load of folding at a time you don't have to spend an entire Saturday folding and putting away 7 loads of laundry at a time.


I mean some things are obvious and my own personal reasons:
1. There is nothing more embarrassing than friends stopping over and having to clear a spot at the table or hide dirty socks and underwear.

2. The obvious sickness factor; germs, dust, dirty plates and food sitting out.  I'm not a big fan of bugs.  Even the microscopic kind.  And an even less of a fan of those other critters draw in by food and messes.  The four legged kind.

3. I'm forgetful and lose enough shit without having my house and life be a mess.  I can't imagine if I didn't have a place for everything.  As it is, it's almost daily that I have the keys to some vehicle that someone else wants.  At least I know I can tell them it is in my pocket.  Just good luck figuring out which coat or sweatshirt I wore last.

4. We have a lot of stuff.  And a lot of people.  Organization is not just for peace of mind, it's a life saver.

5.  Did I mention how much it bothers me if someone stops by and the house is a mess?

6.  If you take care of things, they last longer.  Who knew?

7.  There is enough drama in this house with "she took my"... only to find out we had our things all along and just couldn't find them.  I can't imagine if we added mess, clutter and leaving your stuff wherever you want to,  to the mix.

8.  I'm not sure if I've said this yet, but I sure wouldn't want to have to hold the door shut on my friends and family when they stop by because I'm embarrassed about the condition of the house.



One of the kids commented the other day how weird it is that I like to clean house.  I think she has the wrong impression of me.  I don't love to clean house, I love a clean house.  Big difference.  Unfortunately you don't get one without the other.   I don't wake up in the morning and go, "I can't wait to dust!"  But when the house is freshly dusted and smelling of lemon pledge, that's what I love.

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