I'm such a rebel. In my personal life (not to be confused with an office setting.) I'm horrifically unorganized.
I blame this is large part to my 12-step pack rat recovery program. Oh, and to combat dallyn's OCD - when she's not home I don't clean.
I get caught, everytime. So, why not blog about it?
It goes like this.:
I take up every inch of the bathroom counter. Leave my shoes in the living room. Let the sink pile up with Joe's cups.
There's more, but I'm afraid you'd stop reading.
Anyway. It's a game. I do what I want, then rush around right before she gets home and hope she never knows.
It never works.
So. I cleaned the kitchen tonight.
My heart hurts a little.