Sunday, November 18, 2012

My anger is radioactive

I am the queen of epic meltdowns over household chores.  Seriously, each and every one of you should be eternally grateful that you do not live with me.  It's like Chernobyl all over again each an every time.  It's a good thing that Ammon is immune to my radioactive nature.  I believe it is in large part due to the copious amounts of Chipotle he consumes, topped by Smoky Chipotle Tobasco sauce.  Noticing a trend with that boy?  Yes, me too.


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?


11 comments:

  1. I turn into the Hulk when it comes to Nathan's room. I never understood why my parents got so mad when we didn't clean our rooms. Now, I completely understand and have turned into my dad. John saw me turn into the Hulk for the first time recently. I cannot handle it when I ask Nathan the same thing over and over. PICK UP YOUR SHIT or mommy will look her shit!!

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  2. I clean my best when I have blown a gasket. My house says thank you.

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  3. I think my OCD gets worse and worse the longer I am single..I just like my place clean!

    I tend to lose it when I have gone too long without tea :)

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  4. Girlfriend. I hear you. If I come downstairs in the morning and see dirty dishes in the sink, I immediately give up on life. And James, bless his heart, is the messiest boy ever even though he denies it. At least he helps me clean when he notices a meltdown coming on (every day!). Ugh, what to do? And I have been cleaning and rearranging things all weekend, and I feel like that made everything messier. I'm having a nervous breakdown.

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  5. Preach! you may as well have written this post as me....this is my life verbatim! Angry guilt fueled cleaning is a pass time I am all too familiar with. I try to work on my patience (and my ability to overlook large amounts of laundry) but sometimes I just crumble. thanks for writing this & helping me feel like I'm less alone in this conundrum!

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  6. Yes, dear friend! The Unhappy Woman shows up in our apartment from time to time. Also, fueled by guilt. Haha! I just love you to pieces. We are so similar. Poor Van & Ammon.

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  7. I am downright one sloppy girl. Right now I have dishes scattered throughout my house, clothes that need to be folded or hung up on my recliner, shoes everywhere, and we won't discuss what my bathroom or kitchen look like. I wish I could be OCD about it.

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  8. I think most women would have that same reaction coming home to something like that. Its understandable to get stressed out especially when you have been working all day. I would react the same.
    Cheers,
    Kayleigh http://thewayiwanderlust.blogspot.com.au/

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  9. Oh Kristen,
    I feel your pain here. I get like this sometimes too. But let me tell you, for me at least, after 7.5 years of living together I'm finally able to say OK to dirty dishes. I don't like it, but I like myself less when I'm HULK Maggie {smash!}. Try and cut yourself a little slack about it. You'll feel better.

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  10. Totally me and my husband... but in reverse. Y'all need a support group and I need to be so much better about being tidier.

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  11. Pahahaha, I love that Kaylee's situation is reversed.

    If it makes you feel better... you know how crazy anal/angry/easy to upset I am when it comes to coming home to that situation, so.. you're NOT alone.

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