Friday, October 17, 2014

Thankfully, I love to clean - for the most part

I was nearly the sole dishwasher and floor scrubber, amongst six siblings, during my childhood. You would think that I would run away from cleaning, screaming, when I grew up. But the opposite is true. I love it. It relaxes me, in an OCD sort of way.

For instance, I cannot make a meal without the kitchens (yes, we have 2) and the dining room being completely clean.

As a contrast to my marriage, Heina Dadabhoy or Heinous Dealings, relates a story of a previous relationship. I'm going to have nightmares now.

PS: My kids have not inherited my love of cleaning. This is a problem of epic proportions, being I have six of them.

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