Strangers In Your Home

I can get a little antsy when I have to have people in my house. There is a check list for things that need to be done before that person comes over and a check list of things that need to be done after that person leaves. While they are in my house I try my hardest to act normal and pretend that everything is great while they are here. I bring this up because my husband and I are revamping our bathroom and we needed a plumber to come out and check out our plumbing situation. We found a good local Michigan company to come out and help us. My husband searched online to read all the reviews and we are pretty confident we found a good company. We need this guy to make sure everything is good before we can move forward, we own a old home and just wanted to make sure all was good before we started to spend money on new things.

Our master bathroom is already torn up and we currently are not using it, and I know that when you upgrade your house things will get messy and I know that the people that come and work on your home are used to seeing houses in total disarray but that does not stop me from making sure that everything is organized and put away. I don’t want someone, anyone, coming over to my house and have it been completely messy looking. So before our plumbing came over I cleaned the entire house even though he would only be going straight the bathroom, which I cleaned up as well. I organized the chaos that was our bathroom, I had everything cleared out that didn’t need to be in there when he was there and I stacked up and put away everything that still needed to stay but would be out of his way. He stayed for about half the day working and making sure our stuff was up to par.

When he left, he left a mess, which is fine he worked hard and I’m pretty sure that the majority of people wouldn’t consider what he left behind a mess at all. But that’s them and this is me, so once again I cleaned and organized the bathroom and put everything in it’s proper place so when we go back in there everything is where it needs to be to start the day. Then I cleaned the house again. I have probably cleaned the house more since we started this project than I have in the passed year. It just gets so dusty and cluttered because we are moving things here, there and anyway there is a spot for them and it is driving me nuts. I cannot wait to be done. I do a good job keeping our house in order but it is proving to be most difficult right now because our house is torn up but not really just our bathroom which is spilling into our bedroom which is spilling into the rest of the house. But soon it will be done and things will be back to normal until we start to upgrade something else!

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Just A Little Crazy

I don’t feel like I have OCD completely, I know that I have some control over it. What drives me crazy are things that are not even or have some sort of not being in order. I have taken those picture quizzes that ask “How OCD Are You?” and I find that most of those pictures give me some sort of anxiety. Like a picture of all blue M&Ms with one red one in the mix drives me nuts. It’s like why the one red? Why not just put all blue? Why the one red? Things that are out of order or things that are not lined up properly make me nuts but I can usually control it to where I will only make sure that the things that are mine are perfect, I will not straighten or move things that do not belong to me. I think that says something important.

I feel bad for my husband Jake, he suffers with this everyday, not because he has OCD but because I sort of do. He gets blamed for things when they are not where they should be. Even though the majority of the time it is not his fault, I still blame him because there is no way that I would have done that, right? Well, I can also be forgetful so usually it is me that forgets to put things back but sometimes it is him, so he gets blamed most of the time. He response when I confront him about such things is to “Yes, I moved it just to irritate you”, which makes me realize that I’m blaming him for my OCD. Which isn’t fair to him but I am grateful that he can be a good sport about it.

When we first moved in with each other, we had to share a closet. We moved into a one bedroom apartment. It took some getting used to. I had my closet organized a certain way and I tried to get him to organize his side the same way but he never would so I would move his clothes to where I wanted them. I never got upset when he wouldn’t put things back where I had them, I would just move them back again. I would get annoyed that he wouldn’t keep his clothes in the spot where I thought they should go but I never said anything to him about it because this was my hang up not his and I shouldn’t be making him do things that really are not a big deal. He never went out of his way to put things in the “wrong spot” but he just never paid attention to where his clothes went because in his head it didn’t matter.

So if I wanted him to respect me and my craziness I need to respect the fact that the things that bother me don’t bother him and I can’t make him crazy too by getting mad at him for not putting his clothes back right. What I do is just move them so it makes sense in my head and he respects that and never gets upset that I move his clothes. A good compromise.

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