This was this morning. The girls occupied themselves while I cleaned the house in preparation for our trip. I know we discussed this before, but I can’t leave until everything is put away and the house is clean. This morning I even washed all the bed sheets so they would be nice and fresh for when we got back. I also did a load of laundry which is saying a lot since I typically loathe doing laundry and piles of freshly washed clothes will often sit in the basket for days, unfolded. The other task I hate is unloading the dishwasher. I’d rather clean the bathroom spotless than do laundry or deal with the dishes. Pretty weird for someone who is a neat freak, but my favorite cleaning task? Vacuuming. It’s so satisfying.
So when did I become so OCD about neatness? I wasn’t like that as a child (just ask my mom), so certainly not growing up, and most certainly not in college. I don’t know. But when you’re still wiping down the kitchen 15 minutes before we’re set to load the car and take off…well, something happened at some point along the way.