Do Work Son

All of today I have been in a mood to clean. Some people would think that this is weird but not anyone who actually knows me. I'm actually kind of obsessed with having a clean house and I was rather embarrassed on Friday night when I had a friend over and my house was not spotless and to my point of contentment. I find that I fret to much over little things like a clean house when I should be doing other important things like homework and studying for AP tests.

I believe my little obsession with cleaning is genetic though it seems to have definitely skipped a generation. Both of my grandmothers are clean freaks. They are a lot worse about it than me though. When I was younger and went over to my grandmother's house I used to love to help her clean and she did appreciate the thought but not the actual work. I would wipe off a counter and less than ten seconds afterwards she would follow me with some disinfectant and a cloth and wipe the counter that I had just wiped. If I vacuumed for her, sure enough, about five minutes later she would re-vacuum the places I had already vacuumed.

With my family it's a little different but I am becoming almost as obsessive. The rest of my family hates to clean and I am the one they push all of their chores off on. I do a majority of the laundry, wash the cars, vacuum, dust, do the dishes, wash the floors, wash the bathrooms, wash the walls and then disinfect all of the house after I'm done. Today I have done almost all of the things on that list already. Needless to say I am becoming obsessed with cleaning and I am not quite sure if that is a good thing or not.

Whenever my family ends up cleaning something, I know what a shock, but they do actually clean sometimes, I am never content with what they have cleaned. Like my grandma, I always re-clean what they clean. For instance, my brother was forced to do the dishes the other night and I noticed that there was still quite a bit of food left on the dishes after he was done with them. I was of course appalled by this and disguisted by my brother's half hearted attempt to actually do something. I re-wash all of the dishes once again.

Now is love for cleaning a little freakish? Is it becoming an obsession? I'm actually not quite sure, but oh well at least my house is clean now.