I’m a control freak. It’s ok, I’m old enough that I can admit it. I like to be in control, but I have three small children, so control isn’t something that I have a lot of.
I find myself looking for little things I can control, things like how clean the kitchen floor is.
I use these little things as a way to make up for the control I don’t have over other areas of my life… like how long it takes to leave the house.
Mr. Spreadsheets will tell you, that in addition to being a control freak, I’m also a clean freak.
I can’t sleep with dishes in the sink, I start cleaning the kitchen before everyone is finished with dinner, messes make me anxious… that’s why I avert my eyes when I walk upstairs in an effort to avoid seeing the playroom disaster.
I hate hate hate mess.
If you came to my house, you’d be shocked I feel this way.
Finding control in cleanliness isn’t a new thing for me. I’ve always looked to cleaning as a way to calm down and “fix” a frustrating situation.
As I was driving home today I heard the best program on the radio. The host was counting down the top 30 country hits from this week in 2004. He made it sound like that was ages ago, and then it hit me- it was quite a while ago. They were playing the songs I listened to as I graduated high school and started college… this same week in 2004!