I fully admit, I am a slob. I think I got it from my Dad. My Mom was pretty good and keeping reasonably under control, so it didn’t show so much that he was a disaster like me.
I don’t think it is some repressed rebellion thing. My mom is relatively neat, but not a neat freak.
I know people that can just take care of things as they go along without even having to think about it.
I am not one of those people.
I know I should just do it. But the fact of the matter is, after 5 minutes, I see no visible results, I get bored, and I find myself sitting on the floor reading the nearest book.
There is definitely something defective with me on this aspect. ;)
One small ray of hope: My mother rebuilt the vanity in her dressing area, added this and that and shelves and baskets and such. It’s perfect - the area is TOTALLY neat, all the time. I was a bit despondent looking at it. She pointed out: “It’s taken me FIFTY SEVEN years to get this organized!”
- C.
I *am* doing laundry!
