Lame I know, but it’s true.
I love to clean or should I say I enjoy it or I don’t mind it. The weekend is usually spent cleaning what I did not clean during the week.
I clean in workout clothes while listening to music and I’m good to go for hours. I am unable to leave the house when I get in clean mode. I feel guilty when I neglect peeps because I want to clean.
I don’t do baseboards or windows, but I better go clean some blinds. This place is a dump right now.
My OCD pipe dream is for every room to be organized at the same time (all books in height order, can goods facing front, cupboard tight, clothes hung in the closet by type, linen closet stacked and clothes in the drawer folded properly.)
I enjoy looking at photos of things neatly stacked, folded or an uncluttered room. I could go on, but it gets worse.