Maxigumee

I know that I’m a little obsessively clean. In school, I daydream about cleaning and decorating. I wonder, though, if normally clean people could survive in my house without going absolutely insane. –My house seems alright to my father, but….. he’s my father. I went into his nasty, cluttered, little office today to start his printer jobs since the printer sharing wasn’t working and I discovered that his keyboard was a horrible, horrible, horrible mess. The keys on his keyboard look like the toes of somebody who seriously needs to visit a pediatrist. There’s dirt, hair, coffee, stickiness, sweat, and oil covering both the keyboard and the mouse. Poor, poor keyboard and mouse.

When I go around the house and see that after just a few days after being clean that it’s back to it’s cluttered, stuffy, papers everywhere, cramped state, it brings me to the point of tears. Would it be so hard for other people to contribute to not making the house a total mess most of the time? I mean, I JUST CLEANED THAT BATHROOM like a MONTH ago, and now there’re toothbrushes, toothpaste, glasses, molds, and other horrifying things EVERYWHERE!

My father basically thinks that my mother, my sister, and I are insane pshycho freaks for wanting the house to be the slightest bit cleaner, but that’s probably because of his empovrished childhood. I mean, for christmas his family didn’t even have a tree. They had a “tree” made out of a broomstick and green christmas lights hung on the wall in the shape of a tree. He didn’t even get presents one year. His mother gave him like a dollar to go up to the drug store to buy a COLORING BOOK. I can understand why he thinks we’re such spoiled, neat-freak consumers, but his incredible uncleanliness does pick on my last nerves.

With winter -OH GOSH, winter- coming, there’s no doubt that the situation is probably going to get worse. With the added cabin fever and snow on the floor getting my SOCKS WET, it’s going to take a dump truck of chocolate to help me get through.