Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Coming out of the maid's closet

I like to clean.  A lot.  It soothes me and (I'll admit it) makes me feel in control.  You could probably judge my inner stress level by how spotlessly vacuumed my vegetable crisper is.  Other people do that right?  Here's an example of a recent conversation with Hubby:

Me:  "Stop wasting all of the good dish soap!"
Him:  "Isn't that what the soap is for?"
Me: "No, I just bought fresh clean dish soap for when people come over tomorrow.  That is the "guest" dish soap."
Him: "Are the guest going to be washing dishes?"
Me: "No.   I just like for the soap to be full and pretty when we have guests, not nearly empty and smudgey."
Him: "Why not just put the soap under the sink?  Why does it have to be on display at all?  Are you really going to be doing the dishes while the guests are here?"

At this point I begin to feel like I am in a comic strip.  I mean, what does the man not get about guest dish soap??? 

So basically what I am saying is that I have a relentless need to organize, sanitize, and catergorize my surroundings.  It's why I work in a library.  There are people here who understand me.  They would totally get the guest dish soap.

I share this with you because I think it is important to admit that we all have weird hang-ups.  Plus, I don't have anything more interesting to say!

2 comments:

  1. Would you like to come over to my house and work on your stress? I would pay you.

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  2. Sadly, it is only clutter in my own house that stresses me, otherwise I could have a lucrative career :).

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