HI! I'M DAEMONITA AND I'M A SLOBAHOLIC...

I've been addicted to the slob-ish lifestyle since HS when i started banning the maids from entering my room, leaving its upkeep to me. (The maid thing was an indirect remedy to another flaw of mine: burara-ness!)

After a while, the room fell into... a state of i dont know what. It got so bad that i started banning the rest of the world from it. Only a few people could look and (should they dare) enter my room - only the ones with whom i felt the bond was strong enough to withstand such a revelation that they wouldn't run screaming out of the house. That included my now hubby Jay.

My room had been described as many things, none of them good. It's been called messy, dusty. Its been likened to a jungle, a typhoon-ravaged area, an obstacle course; and many have found it very disturbing. The best way to describe the state of my room is to tell you how much space was left: a small foot path going around the perimeter of the room, occassionally interupted by a mound of stuff you can step over, and 1/3 of the bed. Yes, it was that bad...

But not anymore! Marriage had a lot to do with it. Yes, marriage changes not only a man, but also a woman! You know how people say I love you the way you are... its all crap! Especially when faced with the everyday reality of living with who I really am. So I had to either shape up or my hubby might just ship out.

And so I set the goal to clean the room, and as an added bonus, the bathroom, before the New Year. I prepared months in advance, buying books on cleaning house, researching the internet on mold and whatever, buying expensive - but mind you very effective supplies, and putting together my own version of a hazmat suit. Actual clean-up started Dec. 28, 2006 - a long tedious process compounded by my watching 1 hour of TV for every 30 minutes of work (an incentive scheme i worked out). As my deadline was drawing to a close, i realized i had to "compromise" to get it done on time. So i delegated 2 cabinets as "to be organized at an indefinite date" and dumped all of the remaining junk there. Come 2007, the room looked tidy, was somewhat spic and span, and the piece de resistance - the bathroom was immaculate!

My hubby was so happy. I actually started to like taking showers in my new clean bathroom. And we hope to live happily ever after...

I guess, sometimes you just need a kick to get you off your butt! Happy New Year!