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.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm a freak of neat. The kitchen has to be clean.
I get strangely obsessed about the cleanliness of my house.
I'm super organized, but a horrible house cleaner.
I really have to force myself to tidy up around the house.
I can clean my own house. Now, maybe a couple of times a year we have a cleaning crew come in before we have a party, but otherwise, I'm able to maintain it myself.
I used to clean my brother and sister's rooms. And I would go to friends' houses and clean their rooms, too.
I need to feel as if everything is clean and in its proper place before I can even attempt to write one word. At least, that's what I tell myself. I make the bed, I put away the dishes, maybe I dust, maybe I do the laundry, maybe I go to the post office.
I'm not clean or even vaguely pleasant to be around in a domestic situation.
I'm not a clean freak. My house is a mess.
I'm not a neat freak. I don't mind things being messy but I mind them being dirty. I just can't relax in a dirty environment. I like things organized.