So I live with a self-proclaimed neat-freak.
My husband looooooves everything perfectly clean. He is OBSESSED.
I think being neat is a good thing - but I think stressing about being clean is not.
I have to admit, he is an amazing organizer. He can take an otherwise hopeless shelf, drawer, cabinet, etc and turn it into a fabulous organized space that Martha Stewart would be envious of. If only he organized with love - and not a pouty face.
Apparently I am a little more of a "fly by the seat of my pants" type of girl. I like my canned veggies to be categorized, I like my clothes to hang according to type and color - and yes, all of my eye shadows are in one area as well as my lip sticks. But I don't stress if things get in a little disarray. Who cares? .. well to answer that.. apparently my other half.
He goes through phases where he seems to not care, then one week later - BAM - mighty mouse is zipping thru the house with his scrubbing bubbles and hammer. (Oh yes, he will nail anything down that threatens to get out of wack. ;-) )
I find it humorous most days. Today - not so much. I had my first week back at work this past week (following holiday vacation.) The last thing on my mind was organizing and cleaning.
Now don't get me wrong- I have a few set things I do daily. I make a point to load the dishwasher each night and I wipe down the kitchen counters. I always throw away any trash I find. I never let the garbage can overflow. I hang my towels. I wash the clothes about twice a week. I put my shoes on the shelf that holds them.
But my bad qualities (in his eyes) - would be the fact that I use the dining room table as a catch all for purses, mail, and other odds and ends through out the week. I leave my nail polish and pens, and my lap top on the coffee table. I discard the sweaters I decided not to wear that day (even though I put them on.. then immediately changed my mind) on the chair in the bed room. I have a stack of books on my bedside table. Yes - I read several at one time. My makeup is scattered over the desk. (These are usually the items I shoved into my purse, and then pulled out - all in order to remember to put them back up.) I have random socks on the floor next to my side of the bed. I think when I am sleeping I must get warm - and kick them off.
I understand that if I were perfect.. or even a little mindful of what I do - I would bother to put things back where they belong. I do. When I am off work. And not tired.
I will try to be better.. I will..
Now - I guess I better remove my nail polish bottle off the coffee table (along with the pen sitting right next to it) and try to push the cushions back on the couch.
All to the lovely sound of my husband vacuuming out the lent tray of the dryer. Yes, you read that right - he vacuums the dryer.