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I remember when I used to fill out job applications how I would stop myself when I got to the part that asked about hobbies or personal interests. I knew they wanted me to list off admirable things like hiking! or watching old movies! or volunteering at the local food bank! And I would think, how weird are they going to think I am that I spend my free time on the weekends organizing my junk drawer?
There are few activities in life that can match the rush that organizing clutter brings me, and if you give me a junk drawer and an uninterrupted two hours I’ll show you a new way of living. Recently I saw a list of ideas for Mother’s Day gifts that included offering to help your mother clean out a drawer or closet, and I immediately showed this to my husband and said I DO NOT WANT THIS. I cannot imagine anything more horrible, someone trying to organize my clutter, not when I want all that happiness for myself!
One of the downsides of working from home is that I share my work space with my husband, one of the most unorganized humans on the planet, someone who has perfected the art of stacking crap so high that often his piles start on the floor and scrape the ceiling. And so I have to physically restrain myself from locking him out of the room and attacking his mess all at once. Twice a month I’ll remind him that he needs to take inventory, needs to sort the hundreds of stacks of paper that are preventing him from sitting in his chair, because otherwise I’m going to give in to my addiction and start organizing everything, and once that happens I’ll be so high from the adrenaline that he’ll have to rush me to the ER to make sure I haven’t overdosed.
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I. Want. To. Be. You. Well, not really, I like my own life and husband and kids and all … but please bottle and sell the part of you that LIKES cleaning. I’ll pay big bucks, really! I like a clean house, and I am obsessed that it stay tidy, but LIKING it? That’s something else (something awesome) entirely.
I also enjoy cleaning (or organizing, rather). I thought I was all alone in my love for it! I’m glad that’s not the case
I am so excited about this website! I have been dying to confess my love of cleaning and here it is. Thanks, interweb. I too am a total addict - I simply love the high, the incomparable sense of satisfaction that you get from having things look and function just the way you want. I have an almost 3 year old daughter and a 7 week old baby. Last weekend my husband took the girl out for the morning. The baby was asleep and what did I do with my precious free time? I cleaned my oven. Oh it feels good to confess.
Yes, I am a recovering clean freak (thank you dear PCP for going to bat for the Lexapro fight with insurance). We’re empty-nesters with four foster rescue felines. Translates to huge dust bunnies, hairballs. No, I’m not a slob. If you walked into my house without the white glove (like my mom), you would just think: “wow, lots of catnip toys and scratching posts”. But that is my life.
I have five vacuum cleaners, brooms, dust busters. I might use them, I might not. Lexapro has showed me thamy life will not end if I don’t clean that dust bunny right this very second. Ants, though, whole differnt story. I will suck them up with my brand new, always fully charged dust buster as the cats watch. Sorry girls, the green stuff didn’t work; had to return to the ant motel but use the “green” stuff outdoors.
I also am a recovering person obsessed with ironing (my maternal grandmother taught me). I even changed the bed this week and did NOT iron the pillow cases (first time EVER) — don’t iron the sheets since they’re too big. But there is a reason behind this. The two new rescue litter mates are quite fascinated by the iron and the cord. And, for some odd reason, love to get squirted with the water (spray) bottle.
I am a work in progress. I no longer re-write my grocery lists, either. Baby steps. Now I don’t feel so alone.
JB
I don’t want to BE you, I want to MARRY you.
But as a consolation I would settle for being you. I’m so disorganized. Waah.
Jorjabelle: Yay cats! I once had a cat who was somewhat of a clean freak herself. If a mess was made, she’d be right there trying her best to “clean” it. I’ve been a worse housekeeper since she’s been gone
I’ve never heard of cats who LIKE being squirted! How cute.