I’m not sure what the correct term to describe it is…

Maybe Anal-retentive, maybe OCD, maybe just plain old uptight.

I like things neat.
It makes my life easier. I like to to know where things are. If they are put away correctly, then I can find them later.

Yes.
I am one of those people who walks around saying:

A place for everything, and everything in its place.

Annoying isn’t it?
The people I live with certainly think so.
It’s a war.

I ignore it most of the time. I ignore the shit scattered about my house. I step over the crap left on the floor. Hell, I might even even pick up after them, but most of this stuff doesn’t even have a place, its just shares time sitting here and later it gets moved to sit over there. So I benignly ignore it. I don’t have much choice, I’m outnumbered.

But once in a while, like today, the war bubbles to the surface.

It goes like this. It’s time to clean the house. My idea of cleaning is dusting, vacuuming, and that knid of thing. But I can’t do that, because I have to pick up a bunch of stuff before I can started. Other peoples stuff.

Not that you care, but it makes me crazy. Well, crazier.