I smell like a vacuum.

I have a problem.  It is a well known fact that I am a control freak, it is also commonly known that I am a clean freak.  Sometimes I really feel sorry for Ben and this morning happens to be one of those times.  It was a day when both of my freaks came out at one time. 

The morning started off with me telling him to wake me up when he gets up…I had perfect intentions of sleeping until he left but nonetheless I asked him anyway.  He did his duty and woke me up…but he was determined that I was going to get up.  You see, he wanted me to show him how to make homemade oatmeal but not make him oatmeal?  After about 15 minutes of us yelling at each other (lovingly) over the walls (we live in a loft) I get up.  Here is where the control freak side comes in. 

He really did just want me to show him how to make oatmeal, he is determined that I will not play the traditional female role in this relationship.  I start to show him but I can’t handle the way he does it so he relents and goes to sit on the couch.  I proceed to make him oatmeal, my way, and am happy as a clam.  This how most of the cooking goes in our house.  It has gotten slightly better though, I hope he agrees.

As I am cleaning up from breakfast I notice the nastiness on the counter from 5 days of Benjamin living in our apartment by himself.  To his credit, he is extremely busy, we have 3 animals, and our building is old which creates a TON of dust…add in the fact that the building is also getting tuck-pointed and you have a very dirty apartment.  Here is where the clean freak comes out.  For the next 2 hours I am frantically cleaning our apartment trying to get it to a reasonable level of cleanliness.  Once I think I am done I find something else, and then something else, and so on.

During these tirades of mine, Ben slowly sneaks away to clean the things he knows I will call him out on.  At some points I think he might tip toe and stop breathing in hopes I won’t see him.  This morning I saw him unpacking a bag that has been sitting on our bed for over a week.  And somehow all the laundry that has been in our laundry room aka his closet for the last 2+ weeks mysteriously gets folded and put away. 

It is now 10:45 in the morning and I haven’t done one ounce of work.  I seriously have issues.  Now I have to think of a way to make it up to Benjamin…because let’s face it.  I suck.