Dear Lord, please give me OCD. Just a little bit, though.

I am a slob. My house is a disaster. I don't want it to be, it's just that there seems to be so many things that are so much more important than cleaning. Like sitting in my PJ's watching Netflix. Or running my kids here there and yonder. Or volunteering for my favorite community choir. Or having conversations by text message. Or - gasp - working.

I know I should be careful what I wish for, but I do wish I was just a little bit OCD about the cleanliness of my house. It's not that I don't care, I do, and I would die of embarrassment if you knocked on my door unexpectedly. The problem is that I don't care enough to do anything about it. I want to care enough to do something about it, and maintain it.

In my younger years, I had PMOCCD (pre-menstrual obsessive compulsive cleaning disorder.) I'd like to have it back, please. Along with boobs that don't sag, the elasticity in my skin, my speedy metabolism and fewer cellulite dimples. Oh, and brown hair. In the PMOCCD years, once a month, I'd go on a cleaning spree. It came like clockwork, and I "HAD" to do it. PMS makes some people feel like they're down, or have lost control. My way of taking control was cleaning, and putting my house in order. Now, I just eat chocolate and post blogs.

So, I'd really like some dose of something that would make me care. I am perpetuating this anti-cleaning mentality with my children. Cleaning is what ALWAYS gets put aside, and they are beginning to feel that Disney Channel shows are more important than cleaning the bathroom. After all the show goes off in 30 minutes, and the fungi in the bathroom will still be there.

Also, I know a messy, dirty house is a reflection on me. No one walks into the family house, and thinks, wow "INSERT HUSBAND/FATHER NAME HERE" is such a bad housekeeper. The state of the house - the decor', the cleanliness, the "feel" is a reflection on the lady of the house. A good wife manages the home and family well. Well, if you come to my house, you get the feel of a pack of rats at a garbage dump. You sometimes get the smell, too.

I joke about wanting a cleaning or laundry fairy on my social sites sometimes, and have been slapped in the face with comments like "that's why you have children". My children are busier than ME! We are not a stay at home family, so they are not there to "do".

So, Lord, will you please give me just a little bit of OCD? The house is in trouble!