Anna and Troy’s Weblog

Today, at the great dismay of my husband, I am going a little bit crazy over our dirty house. Having contemplated it for a while, I have decided that I have gotten the short end of the genetic stick…as it has to do with cleanliness.

My brother is outstandingly, ridiculously, bordering on obsessive-compulsively neat. He can tell in two seconds if someone has been breathing on his things….or if something is even the tiniest bit out of place. His room at my parents house is like a museum dedicated to the pursuit of academic greatness. On the opposite end of the spectrum is my sister, who is a huge slob in a very charming, artistic, and unapologetic way. She just really doesn’t mind living in a big mess. When she visits my parents her room spills out into the hallway and you literally cannot see the carpet.

I on the other hand, am neither exceptionally neat, nor unabashedly care-free enough to live in a big mess. So I am stuck in the middle….not neat enough to have a scrupulously clean house, and driven crazy by the mess. Such is the torture of my genetic “neatness meter.” Sigh.