Uh Oh...It's That Time!

Ok...I think I am nesting. However I am not nesting like a normal person would. I am a picky nester I guess, because I am not running around doing any massive cleaning, but picking the heres and theres of the house and obsessing over those. Like the dishes. Normally I detest doing them, but now it pisses me off if there are dishes left in the sink that don't need to be there. If it's soaking, then it's fine...but not for long!

I used to be terrible at cleaning up after meals. Putting food away, too lazy to put dishes in the dishwasher...not now! It's all cleared away and cleaned up as soon as I finish supper. I have always considered myself to be SEMI-domestic, meaning I will cook, entertain, bake (every now and then) laundry and semi clean, but I am nowhere near what you would call a perfect homemaker. I guess I am what you would call a Peggy Bundy of sorts. If it doesn't get up and walk away on it's own, it can stay right there.

I have always been a messy/cluttered person. Not dirty, gross messy...just messy, yet I know where everything is! That all stems from never really having a space of my own and somewhere to store things. I used to share a room with my sister when I was younger, then when I had my own room, it was doubled as a place where my parents would store unwanted furniture and crap. Lucky me! I wasn't able to put any of my things elsewhere in the basement, it HAD to stay in my room. So, growing up with that lovely habit, it's been very hard to break.

I know, most of you are thinking that I should just get some help in cleaning/organizing everything, but I just can't. I am one of those people who, as messy as it looks to outsiders, are actually organized and if someone comes in and rearranges stuff, it would send me off the deep end. It would probably send me to the hospital where I can wear my pretty purple straight jacket. It's just something I have to kick myself in the ass to get done on my own. Someone can be present, but cannot go off and organize without my supervision. What can I say? I'm a dork! I wonder what some doctors would label me as?

I don't much like clutter, but it's been my life for the last 30 years. It stresses me out and makes me feel closed in. I like open space, a place where I can move & breathe. I am hoping that this 'phase' I am in will stay with me LONG after the baby is born, provided I get a little help from my hubby & kids along the way. I am not a maid and I was brought up to clean up after myself (dishes, clothes, things like that), therefore my children are going to do the same. I refuse to raise kids who never have to lift a finger because "Mommy does it all". You make the mess, you clean it up.

I have known too many people like that who either don't know how to do something, or don't want to do something because their Mommy always did it for them, so why should they? An ex of mine actually had the nerve to say this to me,

"Isn't that what girlfriends/wives/mothers are for? To cook and clean up after me? If I have to work, I shouldn't have to come home and do more work....blah blah blah."

My response,

"HELL NO! If you want that treatment, find yourself a Stepford wife or go back home to your Mommy."

I am glad THAT lazy bastard is gone. Sexist pig that he was. He honestly thought that the world revolved around him and he was above almost everyone he met. UGH.

So, before I stray and get into a topic that will make me pull my hair out, I will leave it at this. Here's to the clean bug sticking around! I kinda like it. I never really saw/felt how less stressful a tidy space can actually be, let alone having one of my very own.

Gawd, I sound like such a loser. LMAO. I make myself out to sound like I was raised by a pack of wild animals or something. I wasn't really...hehe.

I think this will be WAY harder than when I quit smoking, but I am up for the challenge because I plan to win!