These habits stuck with me my entire life. My husband, Clint, who is a little like the Character "Monk" has kept himself busy following me around putting lids on things and and closing cupboard doors. Even my children came in behind me and closed things up...that is, until something miraculous happened! I turned 50. Not that I am totally retrained, but I have started hanging my clothes up when they come out of the dryer, at least part of the time. I have learned that not all shirts and blouses are pull overs, some actually can be unbottened and rebuttoned. I now clean out my purse and my car once a week. I no longer wear makeup, but if I did, I would remove it before bed , maybe.
I have read that 50 is the new thirty. For me, fifty is more like the new 21 or the new 18. Apparently I have finally gained the frontal lobe maturity that my peers got in their young adult years. What does this mean? By age sixty will I be getting up from the table and doing the dishes right away? Stick around. I will update you in 10 years.