I can’t seem to stand by and let a mess accumulate. I’m not satisfied until things are put in their place. I awake in the middle of the night remembering a glass in the kitchen sink, or a spot on a hall wall, of course I then have to get up from the bed to tend to the said glass or spot on the wall. I know it’s crazy, but It’s who I am and a bigger part of what makes me happy. The funny thing is, I know there are a lot of others out there like me. I’m surely not the only “Neat Freak” out there.
They Call Me The Neat Freak and I Don’t Care©
By Felina Silver Robinson