Just a quick note to say: Melody - do you remember this? Haha. We visited just for you!
To everyone else: When I was 17, my best friend lived with us for about 6 months. Mel and our family went on holiday and came through Taupo. This is Taupo Bungy - over a gorgeous river. Jumpers jump from the end of the platform and can choose to be "immersed" (rope is lengthened so they go in the water). Yeesh! Mel and I were standing there talking about it. I'm horribly afraid of heights - I can't even handle standing on the platform. I told Melody she "couldn't do it". Haha. As in - an underhanded dare. She turned to me and said, "Great, now I have to do it!" So she jumped. She screamed "Susie! I hate you!" all the way down. Oh sure - like it was my fault! She's the crazy one who can't turn down a dare! :) Hehe.
Ok - anyways. The clarification.
I think the issue with the house is this: I can have it clean, slightly organized - whatever. It's the fact that mess ACTUALLY stresses me out. And when I start cleaning I get pissed off. Literally - like I'm walking around stomping, getting frustrated, yanking, throwing - and I think that's strange. Don't get me wrong - I can leave it for days. And I appreciate what someone posted about "messes are patient, they wait for you."
Why does mess stress me out? What does having a two-day-clutter make me freak out? I feel like a bit of a space-cadet. Shall we call it my kryptonite? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKK! NOT A MESS! I'm melting!
Anyways. I'm done there.
The good thing is that the house is better. Than it was yesterday. Still left the dishes overnight. I want them done before church. So if I'm gonna do that, I better get moving. I put out three loads of wash yesterday and then it started POURING. (We don't have a drier) So I managed to get it in, but it's sitting in a basket in that stinking entryway and festering. I was hoping to see the sun this morning. But no deal today. Blah. Who needs clean undies anyways!?!??!
Love ya ladies.