I think I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. This has been a gradual thing I've noticed over the last few years. Growing up, I definitely did not have this problem. My room was always a mess, ask my mother. In early adulthood, my house wasn't very clean and neat, at all. And frankly, it didn't really bother me. Then something happened. I'm just not sure what. Maybe it's my mother-in laws fault. She's a psycho cleaner, as I like to call her. She scrubbed the inside of my dishwasher with Clorox while she was here. Maybe it's my mother's fault. Her house is very neat and tidy. Maybe it's the germ film I watched in a Home Economics class while I was a teachers aid.
Moving has not been conducive to my ailment. It's driving me nuts that my house isn't in order. I know it's a gradual process, but that doesn't help me sleep at night. It's like I can't turn off my brain. I'm very into arranging things into order. Like finding every stash of Q-tips in the house and putting them in the special "Q-tip place". And finding ever rag from bathrooms, kitchen, garage, washing them and putting them in the "rag" box. Now you would think my house is orderly and clean...........Wrong! My carpet needs vacuumed, my kitchen floor needs scrubbed, and my bathrooms are a disaster.
I read a little plaque once that said "A spotless house is a sign of a wasted life". With all due respect, I disagree. Oh, how I wish my house was spotless. I bet Laura Ingalls Wilders house was very clean and tidy. I wish I could call her and get some tips.
Well, enough about my mental disorder. Last night we went to the YMCA and I did a class called Bootcamp. I thought I was going to die. There were six stations that had jump roping, shuffles, jumping jacks, push ups, etc. that you had to do for two minutes each. Then in between each station, you went to the middle of the gym for a one minute "burnout" where you had to do some excruciating exercises. After all that was through, we did a ten minute ab workout. I thought I'd died and gone to Hell. Today I went and did the treadmill for 30 minutes and did an upper body circuit.
Addison has been hitting me lately. Sometimes I think she's trying to play, but sometimes there's some anger behind it. She's been getting into trouble for it, but it doesn't seem to be slowing her down any. We've been playing Ring Around the Rosy and she thinks it's hilarious. Friday I'm going to take her to Toddler Time at the library. It's a story and play group. I'm sure she'll like that. Hopefully, she won't hit any of the other children. We had some snow this morning and it's been very windy and cold, 5 degrees today.
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My home growing up was so spotless that you could eat off the floor. I came home from a birthday party one night at about midnight (this would have been in high school)to see my Mom in her pajamas removing wax from the floor by scrapping it with an old butter knife. It was at this time I decided that no matter what I would not be doing that. While my house is not the neatest, it isn't the messiest either (thank heavens for the shows Clean Sweep). However I can be OCD about other things.
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