I am not a neat freak, but...

I love it when my house is clean. I crave order and cleanliness. A clean house brings peace and harmony. I can't relax when there is stuff everywhere. But I am not a neat freak. The people who are messy are the freaks.
Every three days or so we go through the same routine. I go into the kids' rooms, and I break out into a cold sweat. I get all uptight, and I forget what I was going to do. How can you just leave stuff on the floor? If everything belongs in a place, why wouldn't you just put it away where it belongs? Why?

There is beauty all around, when their rooms are clean.


There is joy in every sound, when their rooms are clean.


Peace and plenty here abide, smiling sweet on every side. Time doth softly, sweetly glide, when their rooms are clean.


36 hours later...

Master the tempest is raging.


The billows are tossing high.


The sky is o'ershadowed with blackness. No shelter or help is nigh.


It's the circle of our life. And I am not a neat freak.