Confessions of a Clean Freak

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It’s no secret to the people who know me: I’m a level 10 clean freak.

I can’t help who I am, mind you. I suspect part of it is having grown up with a clean freak mom, one who worked tirelessly to keep the house clean and orderly when we were growing up.

Some nights, after dinner was cleared, she forbid us from revisiting the kitchen in case we spoiled the tidied perfection. She would…