When I was growing up, my bedroom often became messy. I would just throw my clothes wherever once I had worn them. My room wasn't so much dirty as cluttered.
In college, my room was in a similar state. I don't think it was ever really super dirty, but it would occasionally be cluttered. I liked to have my things out where I could get to them easily and quickly. It didn't bother me that things were occasionally on the floor.
The first year that Grig and I were married, we had a beautiful apartment. It was small, but not too small. It was just the right size for two college kids just starting out. When Kevin came, it became a bit of a tighter squeeze, and it was pretty much constantly cluttered because there just wasn't room for all of our things. It didn't really bother me unless we had company, then I would quickly straighten the place up because I wanted it to look as nice as it could.
When we moved to this new apartment, we suddenly had room for all of our things. A gradual change then began occurring within me that I hadn't been aware was happening. When we didn't have room to put things away, it didn't bother me if they were cluttering counters and desks. However, now that there is a place for everything, I like it in its place.
Suddenly, I can't stand it anymore if the house is messy. The other day, I was straightening things up, and Havelock came home. He seemed confused and he asked me, "What are you doing? Is something happening tonight?"
I told him no, I just wanted the house to be clean. He said, "Ah. I guess you don't only have to clean when we have company." I thought it was a funny thing to say.
I've started realizing that I kind of get stressed out when my dishes aren't done or my floor is messy. Yesterday I went on a crazy cleaning streak through the house. I finally got my bathroom clean (which isn't easy with a 1-year-old). My mother suggested Kevin have a bath while I cleaned the bathroom and that worked perfectly. He happily played in the tub while I scrubbed the mirror, the sink, and the toilet. After his bath, he fell asleep and I finished scrubbing the tub.
I had already finished the dishes early that morning, and so I finished straightening the house quickly while he slept. Then I wrote for a while, but having a clean house felt wonderful.
Kevin enjoys helping me clean. When I am putting things in his bedroom, he is bringing them back out. While I put the books back on the bookshelf, he likes to pull them back out. We're working on him helping me in a more helpful way.
It turns out having a clean house feels nice and I rather like it. I never thought that a messy house was going to bother me. Go figure. However, it's not a bad change and certainly makes things easier in the long run if I clean a little bit every day. It's also more conducive to the Spirit to have clean house.
What are things that bother you? Let me know in the comments.