ome of my greatest joys are in all things that are clean. I love shine. I love the smell of sterilization. I love freshness. These things bring me a high. It soothes me, (soothes me). If nothing else, giving things a good cleaning is a gosh-darn-great workout.
I feel fine about being a neat freak. I feel okay with my nerves not settling until I clean. I'm not high-strung. I'm just hygienic. My brain is wired that way.It's undiagnosed, but I have my theories:
- I'm a middle child. And let's just blame everything weird about me on that.
- My mother. She was right. You can't feel peace in a messy house. It's just a fact. Messes = stresses. And I have enough of those.
- If I have no control over anything else in my life, I always know that at least I have control over how clean or messy my house is. It gets my mind off things I can't do anything about. Some people get drunk, I fight grime.
How thankful I am, today, to love cleanliness.
I love it too! :) It makes me feel energized! I just wish someone else would do it for me! :)
ReplyDeleteRemember when we used to mop the kitchen floor at williams airforce base... while we listened to music! :) the only time I enjoy mopping.
I am the same way, and I am the last kid...so, I don't know what that means. :P I sometimes get so creeped out by messes that I obsess over it until I clean everything. E V E R Y T H I N G...I think being OCD clean is okay. :)
ReplyDeleteIt's true you can't find peace in a mess! I feel the same way. I try to control the clutter and keep things clean, sometimes it does get out of control, tough. No one's perfect...
ReplyDeleteThere is always merit in the attempt.
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