Housekeeping, or rather, clearing/picking up the clutter is a very daunting task for the healthy, but it's about 50 times worse when you have to do it with a disability. Seeing everything in disarray can, at least in my case, cause Fibro Fog, flares, and even panic attacks. Before my diagnoses I was a neat freak and could probably keep up with Adrian Monk. I was obsessed with things being orderly, because frankly, it just made my life much easier. I didn't have to wonder where the kids' mittens were because they had a place, just like the flatware does in the kitchen. But over the years I've had to let go of things because of my illness. It was hard. I used to have a Vulcan Death Grip over the house. I've gotten a little better, but not much. Housekeeping is such a touchy subject with us Fibromites because we NEVER want to be compared to someone who is dirty or lazy since we are neither of these kinds of people. We have this notion in our heads that our