That's what my mother calls me. 
I never really understood what the heck she meant by it until she fully explained one day. 
The thing is, I'm not like my Mother, she is so house proud, her house is just like one of those show homes that you view when deciding to buy one of thier houses.
Everything is in its place and everything is spotlessly clean.
When having coffee at my Mother's she will take your finished cup and immediately wash it, dry it and put it away. She can't stand to see 'muddles' as she calls them. Her curtains are always hung so nicely and the tie backs are strategicly placed to make them hang evenly on each side.
Her bedroom is like something out of a furniture magazine, all the cushions placed neatly on the pillows and the duvet and valance crease free and exactly in place.
Me, I take after my father, I am tidy in my home, but I am not so obsessed with perfection.
So what if there's a cup in the sink waiting to be washed, it wont kill me.
So what if one curtain tie back is slightly higher than the other.. It really doesn't bother me that much.
My bed is made every day, but I throw on the cushions in a scatter form, I dont spend minutes arranging them in an exact position, well maybe I would if I had a visit from the Queen, which is hardly likely!!
So she calls me a tidy slob, I am tidy but I'm a slob because I am not a house proud lady like my Mother.
Some say that women grow to be just like thier mothers' well in my case its true in some ways as I look just like her, our voices are so similar that some people have a difficult time in telling us apart on the phone. But as housework goes we are so different.
I grew up in a perfect home, and I love my Mum to pieces,  but I just cant be as perfect.
I'm just a tidy slob.
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