Even there is not perfection in this world but I tried to be near perfect.Everything have to be in order and I'm a sucker for filling things in order.I'm like Monica in 'Friends' or the guy from 'Monk'. I hate messy room, when the floor feels yucky, chairs not aligned to the dining tables, creases on bedsheets, perfumes bottles not lines to my likings..so on and so forth.
My bedroom is a sacred place.Had nice bedsheets with throws and small pillows for decorations and in the evening had the bedside lamp on to give a romantic effect.
When KY wanted to have a nap,I insisted that he have to sleep on the floor.He grumbled a lot and said,"What is the use of having a nice bed when you have to sleep on the floor?" Sorry darling!I just don't like to see the bed messy during daytime.Even then sometimes he just slept on the bed during daytime when I'm out and I would tuck the bed sheet in again after he's done napping.
I tried to be more relax and not bothered with all the mess but I heard voices in my head.So there I go washing the dishes, clearing the tables, picking up crumbs at midnight.
Now that I'm married, my habit still does not change.It gets worst because I kept picking up bits and pieces for KY while he is eating!
And whats up with men and the way they eat?Eat within your horizon..not outside! There's place mat so even if it spill, it will land on the place mat and not the other side of the table?
Now with kids at home,the picking up of cups, plates, bits piece of papers double than before.It agitates me when I see pieces of crumbs lying on the floor, pencils lying here and there.And the other day I found a marker in the toilet sink.I wonder how it got there.I don't know why but I enjoy doing it.
People might thought I am crazy but I'm just being me!