It’s no secret to those who know me, know how much of an uber organisational neat freak I am. I haven’t really been about the comp much today but sat here having a coffee break (you know level up my caffine stream so I can continue being super housewench) so I thought I’d do a wee ramble on the blog.
Molten is a clutterbug hehe, and shes squeeing at all the uber neat freak things I am doing atm. We are complete opposites when it comes to that stuff. I think it would drive me nuts if she was as bad as me. An old flatmate was worse than me and she used to drive me bonkers. We move in two weeks and I have told her there is no way any clutter is coming with us. No way. It does my head in. It creates more mini messes that accumulate and then I tend to get these insane twitches going because I neeeed to tidy these little mess piles.
I am OCD about things having places to go in, tidy and organised spaces with everything having a home. As it is the kidlets have a big chart for computer time set up (yes there are mini human geeks in this house too, all four of them). Next is a household chores chart to sort.
Today is catching up on laundry and packing some of the kitchen up ready for the move while everyone is out of the house today. Right now I am going through the pantry and sorting all the herbs and spices *chuckle* she is Queen Hoardie of Land Hoarditall. I’m gonna be mean and do my uber clean freak thing.
This whole service sub thing makes me giggle. I like to clean, I like things organised and tidy but I don’t have a label for it. It doesn’t mean however it’s a frigging kink. Why is it some people assume my cleaning fetish and being organised has to be a kink? No I don’t get horny and all flustered from walking round with a cleaning rag in one hand and being covered in grime and grotty dust. Yep sure, it’s definately a quirk of mine. I generally can’t help myself. I can’t sit in mess. I look at things and think “oh that needs cleaning”. A friend suggested I start a kinky cleaning maid service, you know dress up all kinky like in some ditzy little number and go clean Dominant’s houses.
I screwed my nose up at that suggestion. I do things for people because I enjoy doing it. I don’t however want to turn it into some form of frigging business. Fuck that. I like cleaning but I don’t “live” to clean. Doing things for others is what makes me feel good. Looking after people, making sure they are comfy and fed and all those little things. I don’t need a label for it.
I’m stupidly excited because we can set up a nice little system in the new house, things will have a home and places to go. Major organisational shit. I am literally squeeing at the small leaps of prgress being made and proud of the whole household for pitching in. We are getting there. When it comes to household stuff I generally fully take an alpha role and become almost a little toppy about it lol.
Two weeks to go. Next Sunday we can begin moving our stuff into the main garage of the new house. Then the landlady has organised for cleaners to come in and make the new house spick and span on the Monday and the next Tuesday is our big move day. I’m excited but also a bit wide eyed as I full know well what is to come.
Now I am gonna go finish what I started and wait for the horrid pink colored skip to turn up so I can start getting rid of rubbish. Yes it’s pink and Molten is giggling the evil wench. She knows how much I hates pink. Ugh.
Mebe if I wear my sunglasses they won’t look as bad?
Ugh who am I kidding…
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