Most of the people who know me personally know that I am a pretty pitiful housekeeper. Don't get me wrong, I love a clean house. It is just that I am too distracted to focus on keeping my house picked up. I guess to prove that opposites attract, I tend to be drawn to super organized people. They are these people who tell me about their physical inability to go to bed with dishes in the sink. Hmmm... Yah. I don't get that. I can sleep like a baby with dirty dishes in my sink. Granted, I am a MUCH happier person in the morning if I wake up to a clean kitchen, but sometimes that isn't incentive enough for me to get the cleaning done beffore I go to bed. I truly didn't get this. I couldn't comprehend it. I had nothing similar to relate to it. ...then came Valentines Day. You see, right now my life is pretty crazy. I have 5 kids, a small business and a house that we are trying to get on the market in 2-3 weeks. Valentines Day rolls around. It would be so much easier to just go buy a pack of Valentines at the grocery store. I passed them countless times. I only had one to really worry about and she only needed 10 valentines. She didn't have to address them, just write her name. Easy Peasy... Well, actually no. Not easy. Why? Because I cringe at the thought of handing out store bought valentines. It pains me to do something so... so... generic. So I spent an hour in between helping put in a shower door and grouting a floor to cut out hearts and arrows... AFTER I had spent a half hour looking online for inspiration... AFTER I designed the hearts on photoshop... AFTER I had completely failed at our homemade, multicolor heart shaped crayon making. I had probably lost hours when I could have just thrown a box of Valentines into the cart the last time I was at the store. Then, I realized, I am like that across the board. I HAVE to be original. I strive to give unique gifts. I can't fathom the idea of my kids wearing store bought Halloween costumes. And I should appologize to my friends who had scrapbooking parties only to have me sit in the corner, ignore any instruction and come up with my own little wacky creations.
That is when it hit me. That is what the people are talking about when they say that they can't go to bed with dishes in the sink. It is THAT feeling. I do have a comparable quirk. I get it now...
What about you? Is there some weird thing that you are physically inable to do?
