I have a serious problem.
I want my house to be really clean. I mean it.
If I ask my helper to clean the dining table (not after a meal, this is like once in a blue moon request), I will mean the whole table. Not just the surface. I mean all the nook and crannies. If I found any spider web or things underneath that I don’t like I will be sweating in anger.
If I see spider web or tahi cicak, on furniture, on the floor, on the wall or on the ceiling, I will be palpitating until I can get my hands on it.
The other day I found one big cockroach on the bed. I beg hubby to send everything including the comforter to the washer save of course for the mattress and bed frame. It was 1 hour to midnight!
I insist to wash laundry. I will fold clean clothes myself. The other day while folding clothes that helper helped to wash, it was not up to my standard, I told her to wash that big basket full of clothes again and its already 9.30pm! Freak I am.
Well in my defense, it reeked sweat and she didn’t add the softener sebab penyakit “M”. But in the end because of kesian, I told her to wash it in the morning.
I don’t like animals in my house, especially animals with furs like cats. Fish I can tolerate. This is not really in Mr B’s happy list. Mr B and Isaac love animals though.
Everything must be organized. Be at its place and in order. Kalau boleh I nak colour coordinated. Tapi melampau.
Now with a new baby coming, I am beyond nesting. I am having OCD.
I want baby arrives to a beautiful home. Beautiful in my definition is clean.
I am shivering and biting my fingers curling up in a corner now looking at my ceiling; the ceiling is stained due to leak. Geramnya. Pakal je nak delivery soon Mr B wants to wait until the baby comes. Gigil!