I’m down with OCD, yeah, you know me!

This week’s spin (or should I say next week’s? Another of my OCD compulsions – try to arrive early, but I digress…)  is about quirks. Do I have any? My answer: “Obviously so, since I am writing this post.”

Hubby’s answer: “Huh? I’m too smart to answer that question. If you know what I mean…”

My mama’s answer: “Does she ever! Why, just the other day…”

The rest of my family just LOLs and nods. So what? So I have a little bit of the OCD. I think everyone does a little!

What comes immediately to mind for me is counting. I think that is a dead giveaway for determining if someone has OCD. At Christmas, I gave all my co-workers (about 7 of them) a cute little cup with snowflakes or something on it. In the cups I put Hershey’s kisses. I had purchased some candy cane ones and some mint truffle ones and some just plain ones. Honestly they have every imaginable kind now! Why the other day someone brought in coconut ones! They taste just like a Mounds bar! A tiny little bite of a Mounds bar, I admit, but a Mounds bar nonetheless! I digress…chocolate does that to me.

So into the cups goes Hershey’s every flavor. Without really realizing the need, I put four of this kind in each cup. Then four of this, then four of that. Then three of this, three of that and so on until the cups are full. I wasn’t going to give a cup to my BFF, Sara because she was getting another present from me because I had her for “Secret Santa”. Which wasn’t so secret this year because she totally came right out and asked me who I have and I wasn’t quick enough to lie. I just said, “Uhhh..I can’t tell you.” Duh. Who else could I have if I couldn’t tell her? That Sara. But, I digress…Sara does that to me.

So then I have the filled cups and I find another cup – one too many. I ponder. I decide to give it to Sara. But all I have left are plain kisses. It took all I had in me to not dump out the other cups and re-count and re-ration the other kisses so that Sara’s cup had the other chocolate-y goodness flavors. I literally had to leave the room and do something else so the insanity could pass!

Then there is the nightly ritual of making sure the front door is locked 8 times before I go to bed.

My mom’s favorite one is when I come home from work and tear through the kitchen cleaning the counters. I swear, she leaves things for me so she can complain that I have OCD. The sponge is always not where it is supposed to be – on the sink. A ripped off part of an oatmeal package over here, a coffee stain over there. And when my MIL visits – holy guacamole, amigos! The kitchen counter is her personal catch-all while she’s here. Knitting needles and yarn over here, 3 glasses over here. “I’m using them all! One is for coffee, one is for tea, one is for water!” Book over there, newspaper on that counter. Antacid meds here. I have to stay out of the kitchen completely when she is over or I will have a heart attack.

When I was younger, I had knick-knacks on shelves in my room. My nephews would come in and move things just a quarter of an inch or so, or they would turn things around just to bug me. And it did. Now, Big A does things like that and thinks its so funny. He shouldn’t be playing with the outlets at all, but he has switched some night lights on me in the bathrooms to see if I will notice. I do because they are different and one I use to plug in my curling iron and the plug won’t fit with the wrong nightlight in it! That sneaky kid! He didn’t really inherit the OCD, I don’t think. He is kind of messy and lazy. And sneaky.

The little one has it a bit as I have shown you from his pictures of lining up things. He also has been known to break the ends off French fries before he eats them. We still don’t know why.

Heaven help me.

And now bring on the comments from the fam!

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