Confessions from a slightly neurotic mind.
- Whenever I’m in a public restroom and the custodial staff has removed a nearly empty roll and placed a full roll on the holder, I feel compelled to use from the nearly empty roll and help eliminate the clutter. Yes, it’s because of the clutter not the practical reason of helping the custodial staff have an easier job!
- I organize my kids’ books according to size. Color doesn’t matter but all books that are the exact same shape and size are next to one another.
- I eat my M&M’s into equal color quantities. So if my handful comes up with 4 blue, 3 red and 2 orange, I will eat 2 blue and 1 red and then line the remaining M&M’s into straight lines and eat my way down the lines. For the record, I’m not so neurotic that I can’t eat M&M’s in the dark! Then I don’t care what color I’m eating and what’s left in my hand.
- All my Tupperware and small storage containers are arranged into neat stacks with small containers nested into bigger containers. The containers that have 2 handles all have the handles stacked the same direction. And the lids are nested together in size order. It’s not really because of the neat appearance as much as I like to be able to reach into the cabinet and grab out a container easily. This way I always know where to look and can grab it and the matching lid in a second.
- I fold my towels the opposite way as my mother. As a child she argued with me and told me that as long as I live in her house, I will fold her towels, her way. This stuck with me. As an adult she explained to me that the reason she folds her towels that way is so she can take them out of the closet and stick them on the towel bar without unfolding and refolding. Did I mention that I’m strong-willed? Yep, I still fold them the opposite way just to be defiant. Even if it means unfolding them and refolding the other way to hang on a towel bar.
- I always hang clothes facing the same direction. Not only are the hangers all the same direction on the bars, the clothes all face to the left. This way you can tip your head to one side and flip through the rack looking for the shirt you want to wear. And because it looks neat and organized. I have my mother to thank for this neurosis too.
- I love to buy big Rubbermaid containers and organize the kids’ toys; Barbie’s in one, trains another, animals, Polly Pockets, play food, etc. You laugh, but my kids always play with the toys when their organized. Disorganized…they find a cardboard box, tape roll and markers. Then my house gets really cluttered.
- I hate clutter. This is probably evident from all the previous items on the list, but it needed to be said. For example, I don’t allow my kids to bring home the menus they color at restaurants. I don’t want one more thing to throw away. My kids bring their stuff home from school, I ooh and aww over it for about 30 seconds and then throw it away. Unless it’s a really cute picture they drew for me. Then it gets to live on the fridge for a day or two. Three if I’m distracted.
- I hate the sounds of mastication! Hate it so much, in fact that DH is not allowed to kiss me on the ears. Ewww…that sounds like chewing.
Despite all these neurosis, I do not fold my underwear; they are tossed haphazardly into a drawer. My shoes live in a basket; I take them off into the basket and dig through them to find which pair I want to wear each time. And take note – I managed to only make a 9 bullet list, although all formalities dictate it should be an even number. Guess there’s hope for me yet.
P.S. I’m not this bad….
Darn, I just couldn’t let it go with only 9 bullet points….
- I’m a schedule freak. Dinner is served every night at 6:00 on the dot. And for everything else, if you’re not 5 minutes early, you’re late.