I'm a terrible house keeper.

Ok, so I'll admit it.....I'm a terrible house keeper. I've found that what I tend to do is get everything perfectly clean, stand back to admire it, and then, without knowing it, make it even messier than it was to begin with. Goodness! I've spent the past two days doing nothing but cleaning; I've even got my next door neighbor, Katie, helping me. This is her thing though...she enjoys cleaning!! I mean, I enjoy the end result, put she actually enjoys the process. I've found that I function better in a clean environment. My problem is keeping it clean. I try to...I try to make good habits like hanging up my coat when I walk in the door and putting away anything I use. However, these things don't take tasks into account, such as taking out the trash and washing the dishes. I don't know, maybe I'm just complaining, but I've noticed that I struggle more with the everyday things than the big stuff. It's just that the everyday things are so wearing and tedious. Hhhhmmm....being a responsible adult is not what I dreamt it would be as a child. Why was I so anxious to grow up? I guess if someone had told me it was mostly dealing with garbage I would have been less keen to become an adult.