I am messy

I am. It's hard for me to admit but, like anyone recovering from an addiction, admitting it is the first step.

I don't mean to be. Life gets in the way of the best laid plans and I am what my partner would call a "fluffer". I am NOT one of those girls in pornographic movies that 'helps' the fellas out between takes but I am a procrastinator. I work hard but am easily distracted. I have a number of idiosyncrasies that I am sure other people share..... right?

1. If it's not going to be perfect when I'm done I'd rather not start.

2. I like to do things a certain way. My partners way is therefore, by definition, the wrong way to do things.

3. My bed has to be made before I put my clean washing away. This one is a bit of a chain reaction. If my clean washing is folded but my bed isn't made I put it into a basket, which then goes in the laundry. I have four laundry baskets for clean washing and sometimes they are all full. Which means my too-small-laundry is too full and the dirty washing doesn't get done. Which means my bedroom is a mess and the bed doesn't get made. Dear Liza. dear Liza.

4. I love to cook but I am a messy, messy cook. I have a thermomix (which I love) but this hasn't as yet solved this problem. When the kitchen is dirty, the whole house gets dirty. So many domino effects!!!

5. If I am in the middle of a task and see something else that has to be done I start that too instead of finishing the original task and then moving on from there. This drives my partner CRAZY. I think it's just multitasking, the problem is that it often means that rather than one thing getting done five things get part-way done.

There are more but I think that is a good start. I started packing the dishwasher but got distracted because my son needed to be put down for a nap - a legitimate reason to pause part-way through a task. Then I started typing again. Oops.