You heard me. I wanted to clean my house.
Maybe it's the perfectionism in me. Maybe it's a little bit of OCD emerging. Maybe it's the need to control everything around me. Whatever the reason, whatever the cause, whatever the excuse, sometimes I just want to clean my house.
Unfortunately for my friends and family, even though cleaning my house eventually acts as a soothing balm to the soul, initially it turns me into "Hurricane Megan" leaving a wake of destruction and bad hair wherever I go. When they see me on the horizon, spinning into my cleaning frenzy, suddenly Micah "remembers" something he needs to go to the store for and picking up our son, they run for their lives.
Perhaps I'm being melodramatic.
All I know is that once the storm has passed, the house, it is clean.
The question is, was it worth it?
...I absolutely say "yes!" Micah... well, that might be another matter altogether.