Messy vs. Neat
Are you a neat freak, or are you a slob? I am a slob with neat freak tendencies. Call me a neat slob, or a neat freak wannabe. I just don't know how to be one. Either that, or it takes too much work.
When I was a kid I was soooo un-self-aware. My Mom was at the end of her child rearing years when I came along, and I think she was just plain tired. I went to Catholic school where we had to wear uniforms. I don't remember mine getting washed very often. I probably was viewed as a slob by the other students. I can remember putting of my white blouse with its ring around the peter pan collar. How sad is that? Was that my responsibility - to put my uniform into the laundry basket, or was it my Mom's, to notice that it was dirty, and to tell me to get that darned thing into the laundry!? Like EVERY Friday afternoon. But she didn't, and I didn't, and so it didn't get done. Add to that, I was a chubby kid starting in, maybe 2nd or 3rd grade. Chubby and slovenly.
But on the bright side, I was smart. I did my homework, got decent grades (except in math) without studying, had 'great potential' with playing the piano [had private lessons from the nuns since first grade.] But we're not talking about that. I'm asking: Are you a slob, or are you not?
These days, I dress well on a budget. I never 'dress up' anymore. The thing is I like casual. clothes - Land's End clothes (once they go on sale, of course). But my bedroom is a disaster. My living room is a disaster. And I am not a happy camper. With the way MS has affected me, I cannot do any housecleaning anymore. DH is depressed and doesn't do the housecleaning like he used to. So we are living in a messy house; in some ways a dirty house, and I don't like it. Not at all.
So, what about you? Are you living to your standards? Can you manage it alone, or are you getting help? If so, from whom?
Good Night, TTYL, and Be Well,
When I was a kid I was soooo un-self-aware. My Mom was at the end of her child rearing years when I came along, and I think she was just plain tired. I went to Catholic school where we had to wear uniforms. I don't remember mine getting washed very often. I probably was viewed as a slob by the other students. I can remember putting of my white blouse with its ring around the peter pan collar. How sad is that? Was that my responsibility - to put my uniform into the laundry basket, or was it my Mom's, to notice that it was dirty, and to tell me to get that darned thing into the laundry!? Like EVERY Friday afternoon. But she didn't, and I didn't, and so it didn't get done. Add to that, I was a chubby kid starting in, maybe 2nd or 3rd grade. Chubby and slovenly.
But on the bright side, I was smart. I did my homework, got decent grades (except in math) without studying, had 'great potential' with playing the piano [had private lessons from the nuns since first grade.] But we're not talking about that. I'm asking: Are you a slob, or are you not?
These days, I dress well on a budget. I never 'dress up' anymore. The thing is I like casual. clothes - Land's End clothes (once they go on sale, of course). But my bedroom is a disaster. My living room is a disaster. And I am not a happy camper. With the way MS has affected me, I cannot do any housecleaning anymore. DH is depressed and doesn't do the housecleaning like he used to. So we are living in a messy house; in some ways a dirty house, and I don't like it. Not at all.
So, what about you? Are you living to your standards? Can you manage it alone, or are you getting help? If so, from whom?
Good Night, TTYL, and Be Well,
I am in neat freak, living with a guy who is a slob by nature. A dirty, messy house bugs the crap out of me. When I was working, we could pay to have it cleaned every couple of weeks. My disability check doesn't stretch that far. Whatever cleaning Scarecrow does is what gets done. That, and whatever he can delegate to Tuffy, who says her new job title is Cinderella. It's a compromise. They spend more time cleaning then they think is really necessary, and I say that whatever they do is good enough.
ReplyDeleteStandards? LOL
ReplyDeleteYou mean were I do not line my socks up by use and color anymore?
Oh the big pile of crap that keeps growing in the living room - yep I have one of those.
My sig. other and our roomy are pack rats. So yes help would be nice but . ...
This summer Trish will come help me again until then OINK OINK
Jan
Aoomdoggies, Cinderella started out scrubbing floors as I recall, and didn't meet her Prince until much later. But if they are doing more than they think is necessary, I guess all you can do is suck it up. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteJan, You have hope on the horizon with Trish. Lucky you. I once tried to get someone from DSHS, but I wasn't approved for help. Don't know why not.