My mother was a pioneer in the field of "Zero Defects Quality Control."
I don’t remember ever seeing her cleaning house after my dad left (I was 5), we were given those assignments. She checked our completed work with the zeal of a newly promoted drill instructor.
Didn’t do a perfect job? Do it over. Still not perfect? Do it over again. If she had the energy, she would keep it up all night. If she didn't have the energy, we'd have to redo the work and then wake her up, so she could hold yet another inspection. On a school night? It just didn't matter to her, it could have been Christmas eve.
She didn’t just check out our work like a normal person. She of course, would check it out like a crazy person. She would even check the bottoms of the chair, table, and couch legs. There had better not be any lint or hairs on them at all. If there was, you know...Do it all again!
The exact same process was applied to doing dishes. The crazy lady would go through the drawers and cupboards to inspect every freaking piece of silverware and every dish. They didn't just have to be perfectly clean, they had to be perfectly dry as well. If she found a single speck of food, or dust, or a drop of water, we had to them ALL over again.
Somewhere along the line, we figured out that this wasn't really about doing the dishes, or cleaning the house. It was about control. It became very apparent, when we couldn't find anything on the dish, or fork, or spoon, that made them still dirty. When I spoke to other kids about chores, I realized that I lived on a different planet than most.
I lived on Planet Crazy...
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