I think I might have obsessive compulsive disorder.
Maybe I'm just a control freak.
But I am happy when all is in its place. I am happy when laundry is going and the baskets are empty. I am happy when the bathroom rugs are straight and when the counters are wiped off. I am happy when the curtains are open to let in the sun and the pillows are lined up on the couch. I am happy when bills are paid on Tuesdays and errands are run on Saturdays. Sometimes I even reconfigure the drying dishes so that they look nicer…as they dry.
I told you I was a control freak.
I think it's because of my Mom.
I happened upon this poem:
“Cleaning and scrubbing will wait 'till tomorrow,
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs! Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby. Babies don't keep”
– Ruth Hamilton
…and then I told myself to loosen my buttcheeks. Dirty laundry, unmade beds, hairy floors and all.