Cleaning: A poem
My mild OCD,
Will be the end of me.
With a broom in hand,
Here, I stand.
In front of a room,
Which is already clean,
But, it is not upto,
My standard of spic and span.
I am losing my mind,
And, a little bit of my behind.
I went on a wild cleaning spree,
This cleaning monster will never let me be free.
Now, I lie on my bed super tired,
I am getting my brain fired.
Because it still cannot stop,
Thinking of cleaning more pans and pot.
Tata!
TODAY'S CHECKLIST:
- Exercise: Weight Training, Packing
- Food:
- Breakfast: Egg Sunnyside up, Bread
- Lunch: Quinoa, Chicken Curry
- Snack: Blueberry, Blackberry, Chocolate
- Dinner: Pasta, veg sauce
- Study: None
- Read: None
- Feeling: Cleaning spree