A vivid mental picture of my life in regards to my "cleaning issues" in which I describe the futility of solving said cleaning issues for your potential laughing pleasure OR your relating solidarity:
*Ahem* Let me just start out by saying....I have issues. Big ones. Cleaning ones. Cleaning issues that extend out to extreme organizational nerdiness (or if I'm being honest...also neediness). My issues are such that if I am not in control of the cleanliness and organization of my living arrangement, my internals do not do so well. In fact, they can feel so overcome by chaos that I may just want to run away. I thrive on clean. Organized. Functional...yet aesthetically pleasing...living arrangements. But, I have another problem; I have a family. A family that I love to death, wouldn't trade for anything, find so much joy, happiness and life in. Oh man, when I get to thinking about them, they are SO worth it, I almost could just stop here and not actually finish this blogpost. Almost. ...But issues. Let me just put out there too, that I am in my waddling walrus point of pregnancy, so that when it co...