My husband thought it was funny at first, how I freaked out about germs and refused to touch the toilet seat with my bare hands if he didn't remember to put it back down, or how I always found a way to bargain my way out of scrubbing down the shower walls. But I'm pretty sure that now that we are approaching 7 years of marriage he's had enough of it, because he has now for at least the last several months refused to clean the bathroom in the hopes that eventually it will get bad enough that I will break down and clean it.
Sadly, that's not how my brand of crazy works.... and now I find myself with a smelly, disgusting bathroom that I hope to goodness no one uses when they come over to our house! This includes a floor that hasn't been swept in ages and has accumulated a nice amount of my hair and the animal's fur (three cats and a dog roaming around leaves a lot of fur everywhere); a sink that has a layer of grime in it; and worst of all, an ever-growing pile of "hair vomit" that clogs the drain stopper in the shower, all neatly piled up in the corner of the shower despite the fact that the bathroom trash can is right outside of the shower curtain (though honestly, it's often full - that is one area that I do eventually break down and take out, and then spend the next 15 minutes or so obsessively scrubbing my hands).
You would think with germ issues that I'd be a neat freak, but for some reason it just fills me with fear to clean certain places, like the bathroom.
Please don't judge me! Or, if you'd like, judge me, but don't let me know. ;)