I am not OCD, I am awesomely tidy. My students think I’m ocd because I use hand santizer at the beginning of every class and wipe down the keyboard at my lecture station…but that’s because a) its so freaking gross every time I use it that my wetwipe turns grey, b) the other professor in that lab has a kid who is constantly sick and c) when you handle a lot of lab equipment, you can pick up germs easily, and as I’m still sick 3 months later, I don’t need to chase more trouble. It’s a routine of mine, but my students snicker and call my ocd. But I know it’s not ocd because I don’t do it anywhere else…But…
This week I did a thousand loads of laundry. I reorganized our new fridge. I cleaned and reorganized our pantry. I reorganized and filtered my itunes playlists. So, in retrospect, I did way too much busy work during spring break. Now, if I was really ocd then I would do this stuff every day–it would never NEED tidying up. But I roll up my sleeves and do it. You would think I love cleaning. I don’t. I loathe having to clean.
Tonight I made a simple dinner–a grilled cheese sandwich and mac n cheese. (We were watching the History Channel for some unfathomable reason, aka my husband has the remote, and the show was on the history of cheese. GOD, I need a life. But back to mac and cheese…) Now, if my husband made it, he would have: a spatula for the sandwich, the pan for the sandwich, a pot to boil the kraft in, a strainer for the water, another bowl to mix the cheese and milk in with another spoon to mix it, plus a spoon rest for the spatulas, plates for the food, etc. Here’s what I did:
Booya! I reduce the dishes I need to wash in half. THAT is how much I hate cleaning.