When I was very young, I used to clean up after my parents. If I stay in a hotel, I make the bed and clean the room when I get up, even the bathroom mirror, for which I carry a tiny bottle of ammonia.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I used to clean my brother and sister's rooms. And I would go to friends' houses and clean their rooms, too.
When I go home, I still have to clean my room; I still have to do the dishes. We have somebody come every now and then to do that stuff, but my mom still makes me clean before she comes.
I'm very low maintenance. I use Simple wipes to take off my makeup, wash my hair with whatever's in the shower.
I couldn't do my homework if my room wasn't clean. And it has carried on now that I am older, in a very freakish way.
I'm an absolute clean freak. I'll go to my friends' houses and even start cleaning. I'm such a granny at heart. My couch is my best friend.
I always clean before the cleaning lady comes. If not, when I come home, I can't find anything. Cleaning ladies are always hiding things you leave out.
I love cleaning, weird but true. It really relaxes me.
I don't like people cleaning my room.
The thing I can't figure out is why I have an undeniable compulsion to clean public spaces, airplane bathrooms, restaurant flatware, hotel gyms and Chapstick containers... yet I have no desire to make my own bed. Ever. Seriously, who made me, and where am I from?
After years of hotels, I'm horribly inept at cleaning up after myself.