I feel like I've been trying to recreate the childhood I wish I'd had or trying to live the adulthood that would've resulted if I'd had that childhood. Does that make sense?
I don't want to give the impression that I was deprived in any way. In fact, I was terribly privileged and my parents worked hard to ensure that privilege. But I find that in my own homekeeping that I'm trying to avoid the crises (large and small) I remember as a child. Hence my obsession with clean laundry, fresh sheets, a fully stocked pantry and fridge, tidy rooms, regular home-cooked meals, and (hopefully) few(er) financial worries. I know I have this luxury since we don't have kids and we both work, MB helps out a lot, plus we don't really have a lot of expensive or time-consuming outside interests. At least until MB starts soccer again.
I don't want to turn into Petunia Dursley or Martha Stewart - do I?