In all seriousness, coming home to a dirty house immediately increases my stress level. I know that both of us have had a very busy fall semester, and I work hard to deal with my OCD so that it doesn't ruin our relationship. But there are the days when I come home to dirty dishes sitting everywhere, candy wrappers strewn everywhere, and a manfriend camped in front of the TV, who has clearly been contributing to the chaos, not corralling in. And just as the Incredible hulk turns green and is overtaken by rage, I turn into the dreaded and feared Unhappy Woman. Screaming, stomping, clearing things away in the meanest possible way... oh yes, I am very good at being the angry woman who does not have the time to keep her house neat as a pin, and feels so guilty about it. Guilt, after all, is the primary fuel for the Unhappy Woman monster.
So as I write these words, I can tell you that my home is substantially cleaner, but at the cost of a lot of stress, anguish, and being the evil future-wife. So today, this is my confession: I am not always a decent person to be around. I seriously need to work on my patience and being slow to anger before we start makin' babies!
Linking up with my friend Alyx for Sunday Confessions. Will you link up too and share your down and dirty confessions?