Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Finally (aka Confessions of a [former] Messaholic)

Confession #1: I used to never care about cleaning. Much to the chagrin of my parents it was, I'm sure, very difficult to get me to clean up my bedroom. Clothes (clean and dirty), papers, books, you name it and it probably lived on my floor, until I was made to put it elsewhere. I firmly believed that there was no point in making my bed since it would only get messed up at night. It couldn't have been fun to deal with (sorry Mom & Dad!).

Confession #2: Mess, now, stresses me out. I'm ok with a little 5% mess (clutter?), but really thats only because I generally know that most of it goes! Don't get me wrong, I'm not a Type A OCD crazed cleaner, but I've learned that I like organized. I like neat. I crave it… if my home/work space are at least mostly organized, I'm more at peace and able to focus on more important things.

I moved into my current apartment Labor Day weekend. 153 days ago, to be exact.

I finally finished unpacking, cleaning, & organizing this past weekend. 5 months. Its ridiculous, really, it is. I know this.

But its done!!

Well, 95% done, but I'll take it!

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Confession #3: I still rarely make my bed. Only if I just washed my sheets (and even then…)…

2 comments:

DAD said...

The acorn doesn't fall far from the oak tree. Just takes time to sprout sometimes. Dad

Joy said...

Confession #4: I LOVE when my parents comment on my blog! It makes me smile =o)