You Down With OCD, Yeah You Know Me
October 30, 2007
I have come to the conculsion that I have some form of OCD. Although I have not had this medically verified, I don’t think I need a second opinion. I took my kids to the playground and found myself picking up sticks and limbs rather than playing with them. Forget bacon and eggs, I prefer the smell of Lysol first thing in the morning. Besides, if I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs cooking, I would know that I would be the one to clean up the mess that whomever leaves when they are done cooking, and I would be pissed. Also, the manequin’s tag was sticking out at Penney’s the other night, and I just HAD to fix it.
I clean/pick up, all the time, and the sad thing is, I have nothing to show for it. With 2 preschoolers, and a hectic family life, no matter how hard I try, the house is always a mess. People that know me are probably reading this thinking, SHE has a cleaning compulsion, NO WAY. Her house is a mess and her car looks like crap, but I seriously have a problem.
It’s really bad when we are having company. Espically my inlaws, which is stupid of me, because my house on it’s worst day, is 1000 times cleaner than any of theirs on their best day. I once found dog hair in my food at one of their houses. I don’t mean a stray strand, I’m talking about a tuft. I haven’t eaten there since, and never will. While nothing that bad has happened at any of the other’s homes, it’s just a matter of time, which is why I insist on hosting all the holidays at our house.
When I decide something needs cleaning/organized I can’t get it out of my system. If it’s 10:00 pm on a weekday, and I decide it’s time to clean out the closet, then by george, it’s time to clean out the closet. If all the stuff from the closet is on the bed, J will just have to wait till I’m done to go to bed, or he can go sleep on the couch.
I’m currently on a massive cleaning binge. I organized the linen closet on a whim the other night. Sunday night I decided it was time to purge the absurd amount of silverware and better organize the kitchen drawers. The disorganized drawers had never bothered me before, and we have had the same amount of silverware for 5 years, but Sunday, I suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. All the strays are now in a box. A big friggin boot box. That’s how much silverware we had. I now have 3 matching sets, which are placed together, in their proper drawers in the plastic silverware caddies. Lord help the first person that intermingles the sets. They may get death by salad fork.
Last night I tackled the cabinets, and tonight I plan to finish. I am blessed with cabinet space, so there’s alot of crap to go through.
Funny thing is, while I am obsessed with the kitchen, my boys’ room looks like a pigsty. An honest to God pigsty. I can’t walk through there. It needs organized WAY worse than the kitchen, but it doesn’t bother me, YET. It’s time will soon come I’m sure.
I also have clothes on the line, that have been there since Sunday. Not bothering me. It’s not supposed to rain so I’ll let them stay out there another day. I’m focusing my efforts on the kitchen. Ignorant, yes, but I can’t help it.