Carl is a clean freak. He’s a perfectionist. He’s an everything-has-to-be-in-the-right-order-or-I-will-have-an-anxiety-attack person. He’s the “You’re not helping me! Clean the table, make the bed, no clean that table again its not done properly…” type of person that makes me just want to pull out my hair and run around the house throwing rubbish everywhere. LOL

Today was one of those days, where I slept in until midday (hey its the weekend!) and he gets home from work and is disappointed that I haven’t cleaned anything. Then he goes into a big frenzy of cleaning, and not the type that takes a few minutes, but the type that goes on for hours and hours until everything’s perfect. I usually try and sneak out onto the balcony with my laptop, but then he catches me and makes me do something I just don’t want to do.

Anyway I managed to put up a new layout in all the breaks I had from sneaking out here and now that the house is spotless I have free time online.

People think its strange that the man in the relationship loves to clean and the girl hates it. I think its weird that anyone actually likes cleaning at all. I mean, its not hard, but its boring and so-not-me. I like my disorganised desk of clutter where no one would know what to find where, but I know exactly where everything is. Then Carl comes along and organsises it all and I am in chaos not knowing where anything is.