Another complain was my mother's Cleaning Lists, which had completely ridiculous items like 'dust the baseboards,' 'dust the picture frames,' and 'wipe off the cupboards.' Obviously such things were not necessary because the house was always so clean.
It is often our fate in life to become that which we mock, and when I was in college, I started to notice some symptoms of my mother's disease. I tried my best to ignore them and live my life like a normal person.
Alas, I must now admit to having become just like my mother. A few days ago I found myself attacking all of the moulding in my house with magic erasers. The next day Brandon found me reveling in my newly cleaned stove knobs. And that night I ironed and starched my pillow shams.
We will be seeking treatment soon.