Mostly True Memoirs
I’m a Tidy Freak.
I am a tidy freak, I have realized, since I have been confined to crutches.
Not a neat freak.
A tidy freak.
Back in the day, before I had kids, I was a downright slob.
I quickly learned to rein that in.
I’ve taken to constantly tidying up.
It’s because I’m basically lazy.
It is a far easier thing to keep the house tidy than to actually clean it.
I’m sitting here with my flat-tire knee elevated, noticing all the dust and clutter that has started to accumulate.
My brain is about to explode.
My knee has already exploded.
My hands aren’t doing so well either.
I have carpal tunnel, and the crutches are killing my wrists.
I will be very, very, very glad when this is all over.
But enough whining.
I need to plan my get-well party.
The first thing I’ll do is to tidy my house.
And then – celebrate!