Some 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.


  1. I love it too! :) It makes me feel energized! I just wish someone else would do it for me! :)
    Remember when we used to mop the kitchen floor at williams airforce base... while we listened to music! :) the only time I enjoy mopping.

  2. 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. :)

  3. It'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...

  4. There is always merit in the attempt.


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