I’m organized, its just who I am.
I’m a neat freak, I admit it.
I like things folded, or stacked in a nice little pile,
I like the floor to be vacuumed and the bed to be made
But, I am a slob.
I’m a slob who gets on my own nerves.
I eat messy, my drawers are messy, my desk is messy, my floor is messy
I’m sick of it.
So I clean; I scrub, I dust, I vacuum, I organize, I de-shelve and re-shelve.
And when I’m done the is sparkling, and I feel calm and relaxed.
And I spend my week living the life of the slob that I am,
and I go back to clean again, next sunday afternoon.