My personality bends toward an OCD level, and it rears its ugly head on Sunday nights. I have a really big aversion to waking up on Monday morning (which never bodes well for my mood) and dashing around to get ready for work in a dirty house. So... my Sunday nights usually consist of bleach and a dust mop. But its worth it, this morning everything was so clean I managed a smile before 8:00. I know, I know. There must be therapy for this.