I decided to own up to the situation. "You see," I told her, "I get crazy about stuff before bed time, too." She laughed and made a game out of it, telling me to stop cleaning the bathroom.
|Ah, doesn't that make you feel good?!|
But I wonder if this nervous energy does us perfectionists any good? In fact, could it be dangerous? Flashback to me bending over with a toothbrush in my mouth, one of my husband's biggest pet peeves. I could have hurt myself, all because I was too eager to straighten things up.
It could even be deadly. Recently France remembered the death of a famous singer who died 40 years ago when he straightened a light bulb while in his bathtub full of water. Maybe it's proof that perfectionists can let that drive to orderly and clean bliss take over their logical thinking. Maybe leaving well enough alone is healthier all around.
But like me browsing the Ikea catalog and feeling somehow calmed by those Zenly interiors or Modern Family's Claire Dunphy checking out "organization porn" (closets, to be clear!), an orderly home or office can lead to a peaceful state of mind. Why else would people be so into decluttering their drawers and homes these days?
But with a husband whose job literally brings in potting soil into my house, a daughter who leaves stickers and McDonald's Happy Meal toys everywhere, and now a six-month old, I can kiss my dreams of that Zen home goodbye for at least ten years.
Perhaps that's a good thing because too much decluttering is cold. And perfectionists live ten years less than non-perfectionists. I just made that up to shock you. Nobody is perfect, after all.