Perfectionism has GOT to be genetic.

Okay, so who here is a perfectionist because of their parents? *waves hands wildly* Me! My dad I can understand. He's a graphic artist and wants to do his best because his work reflects on the businesses of others. He does tend to get a bit too picky when it comes to said work, however. A typical conversation goes something like this:

Me: Dad, that looks great!
Dad: You think so?
Me: Absolutely!
Dad: I don't know. I feel like it's missing something.
Me: *tears hair out in frustration* Dad. It. Looks. Awesome.

So, yeah. My mother is a perfectionist in a different sense. Any time she discovers that there will be (gasp) people in our house, it gets cleaned. Doesn't sound so bad, you say? For instance. Tomorrow, we're expecting a house full of company for about three days. Hooray!!!! I'm so excited they're coming, since it's literally been years since I've seen them. What I was NOT excited about was the fact that my mom insisted we clean places that haven't seen daylight in the last century. I no longer need to worry about piddly things like spring cleaning.

In all honesty, it wasn't that bad, but my poor mother worries herself to death so much so that Dad and I tried to get her to relax. But she was having none of it. As far as I know, at around 1:00 am last night, she was still going strong. On the plus side, we won't have to clean our house again for the next two weeks!