I blame genetics.
Coming from a long line of women who worshiped at the altar of all things domestic, it was no surprise that I too inherited the desire to live in a house with display home standards of cleanliness.
And while it is no crime to want that, the trouble that has bubbled to the surface is that I still have the same set of stringent pre-parenthood standards for myself. Plus there is the not so insignificant fact I am a control freak who is predisposed to despise disorganisation and mess.
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