The Cleaning Dork

I am a huge dork.

I am okay with that. Seriously, it may even bring me joy.

Tomorrow, I was planning to paint all day, but some things have came up, so we will be rescheduling. However, I can choose between working or doing something for me. And, despite all my guilt over not dedicating an entire day to working, I will instead do a few hours and then turn the stereo up very very loud and clean. And yes, that makes me happy.

After the week I have had, there is nothing that I want to do more than go through my house, corner to corner, and allow my OCD to take control of the situation (because at least it is one that I can control) and organize things, disinfect things, purge, etc. It should be healing and it will be an amazing way to start the weekend.

So, I am a dork.