One reason I like the cleaning wipes is that I used to hate using sponges to clean. Not only was it a pain to rinse the cleaning stuff out, but I hate mildewed sponges. I hate even touching them; it kind of freaks me out. I run them through the dishwasher, and if they still smell, they get tossed.

I'm not sure if at this point you're thinking I'm a complete loon, but actually, my OCD is fairly mild. The severity of an individual's OCD is judged by how much of the day it takes up. It doesn't disrupt much of my day, although it can definitely command my attention if something's bothering me. And I was kind of forced to get more relaxed about the cleanliness of my house and clothes when I got Multiple Sclerosis. I just don't have as much energy to clean as I once did, so I'm better at letting the compulsion go.

But I sure am glad that, when I do clean, I can use my trusty wipes.

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