Now, think back. Do you remember the episode where Chandler broke into her closet? It was a closet that no one had ever seen open. Ever. Behind that door was a closet stuffed so full that you could not possibly fit one more thing.
Monica was neat freak and had this one dirty little secret.
Okay friends, not that I am a neat freak. At. All. Probably quite the opposite. I am a perfectionist. They are quite different you know. A neat freak is born that way. They have this inner ability to keep things tidy. They clean up as they go. HA! That is so not me. Although I do have places for all of my piles of junk. But I digress. One of the trademarks of a perfectionist is the "all-or-nothing" phenomenon. That describes me perfectly. My house is either totally spotless or it looks like a tornado hit. One or the other. There is no in between. One of my defining characteristics is if it is worth doing, it is worth doing all the way, or why bother.
Today my home is clean. Almost spotless. However, I have my one "dirty little secret." My friend and I have discussed this part of our house many, many times. I know that if I spent 15 minutes a day cleaning this part of my house, it would never reach disaster level proportions the way it is today. Now, to my credit, I have a newborn and I was laid up the week of Christmas and I received the rest of the "Twilight" series for Christmas...a girl has to have priorities. I am ashamed. So ashamed. How could this happen?
Are you sure?
Okay. Enter at your own risk.
You can still turn back. No, okay. Proceed with caution.
Boy are you stubborn. Don't say you weren't warned.
Cue the JAWS soundtrack.
All of that wailing? That is me. Boy, that was scary. I wasn't about to look in there without all of my friends standing behind me for support. I could pass out you know. Or some monster or creature could have jumped out and grabbed me.
Wanna guess what today's project is? Go on, Guess.
So share with me. What is your dirty little secret? Surely I am not alone in my humiliation.