I do love a clean house, although the pine scent doesn't last long. I know deep down that I cleaned my house and that for the next day it will remain clean.
Everything shines in my kitchen. I have buffed away the fingerprints from the appliance surfaces and now cringe each time a child opens the refrigerator for fear they will leave smudges. I know, it is a sickness.
My black stove glistens after three rounds of soap and water, followed by a drying. For the next week I will not be doing any cooking. I don't want to get my stove top dirty. I think that is reasonable.
While I was running errands the other day, my husband decided to make lunch for the kids and needed to use the stove. When I came home there was salt sprinkled over my previously sparkling stove top. I growled at my husband. Since he too loves a clean stove he suggested that I pull out the vacuum and suck up the salt from the surface of the stove. It worked, however, I need help. My obsessive cleaning is sad, and scares people. I don't want people to be scared, so I am coming - clean.
Today I have decided to let go of my impulse to following the kids around with broom and dust pan. It exerts too much energy. Today, anything goes, and I am just going to have to deal with a small, bit of a mess.
Really, though, I'm not that bad. I have exaggeration tendencies.
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