True, strange things always happen - but I'm talking REALLY strange.
I'm talking CLEANING.
I seem to have been bitten by some Good Housekeeping bug. I knew that magazine was nothing but trouble.
For the past several weeks, the house has been cleaned, and staying clean.
You could eat off the kitchen floor - but there's no need for that drastic measure, because all the dishes are done and put away.
Our bed is made everyday. I think even the sheets are scared, covered up by the comforter like that.
I know I'm spooked by this turn of events.
I find myself wandering from room to room, looking for things that need to be put away.
I'm dusting and shining and de-cluttering and straightening up during the day. I'll be goofing off online and suddenly, have an urge to tidy something. Maybe I'm coming down with an illness - yet I have no fever.
I will quit playing Facebook games to clean!
I'm hoping it's just a phase, and nothing more serious (or permanent).
I've spent so much time with my beloved Dy that I think we might truly be an item (sorry, Mister).
My bathroom fixtures and I are frequent companions. I lovingly swish and swipe and shine.
I've even sucked The Mister and The Boy into my nightmare - they are doing more around the house, too.
Do I need an intervention? This being in control makes me feel so out of control. It's like I've lost my inner procrastinator.
I figured I reached a critical level when I ordered MORE purple rags from Fly Lady on Sunday. I suddenly love purple.
I can just see how this is going to go - next, it'll be poufy dust ruffles and dotted swiss.
I'm scared. I want to buy curtains. I want to organize closets and color coordinate bathroom accessories. I want throw pillows, dammit!
I may just need to change my name to June Freaking