For me its kind of a war in my head. I do keep my house clean but every time I let something get a little dirty or even really dirty (like I let the dishes go or I have a small pile of stuff that needs to be put away) I constantly wrestle between worrying that I will end up just like my parents but by being oddly comfortable with the fact that its there. I am oddly at peace when I sleep in my bed if it hasn't been made for days and some of my clean clothes are on it, but I also feel as if I have conquered some weird battle when I get into my bed after I have made it, either way messy or clean I have a feeling of ambivalence. Its rather annoying.
