Saturday, November 26, 2011
I hate clutter, things out of place around the house, or dirt on the floor is the quickest way to send me to crazy town. One would think with a toddler in the house who happens to be our 3rd that I would be use to it. Nope! I have to have clean floors and counters like some people need coffee. I admit I'm jealous of those that can just relax for a day and not let it bother them. Whereas I try and it just nags at me over and over 'clean me clean me clean me' until I give in. I certainly do not enjoy fishing wrappers and cereal out of the heat vents on a weekly basis thanks to Kiley, cleaning the litter box, dragging all the children on errands, scrubbing bathrooms, or laundry. Not only do I have an issue with clutter, I have an obsession with organizing. I think those 2 go hand in hand. My husband made the mistake of taking me to Ikea for my birthday one year and that is a place a organizing obsessive person such as myself will go crazy and turn into a giddy little school girl. On the bright side my husband has learned it's easy to plan birthdays and anniversarys, just take me Ikea!