|Sadly, This is True|
I was attacked today. No, not literally. I was attacked by the urge to do something that 3 years ago would have been far beyond my realm of reality.
The picture on the left was much more like my room than the picture on the right.
I have never been a neat-nick or the queen of clean. In reality my habits as a teenager were less than ... well, I was gross. As a young adult my grossness just kind of got tidied around the edges. Where as a teenager I sometimes forgot to brush my teeth, as an adult I always brushed my teeth but never rinsed the residual toothpaste out of the sink. Where as a teenager I hated taking showers, as an adult I enjoyed them often ... and then I became a mom and my newly found love of taking showers was displaced by children. Any mother understands this. Any single mother knows that a shower is not always a daily possibility and that it often feels much more like a luxury.
My cleanliness habits didn't end with my personal person, but my things as well. As a teen my car and room looked like something from hoarders. As an adult I had progressed to recovering hoarder. Mind you in these times that I mention I was either a teen, single and living alone or just newly married with no children except cats.
When I separated from my ex-husband and moved into my mom's house I learned quickly that she wasn't too keen on my slovenly habits. Now, 3 years later, I am still not a neat nick, nor the queen of clean but gosh darn if my mother didn't etch the itch for cleanliness into my brain from the moment I stepped through her door.
You see, my mother IS the queen of clean a neat nick and a super perfectionist
WHO AM I AND WHAT DID MY MOTHER DO TO ME!??!??!!?