At times I think I have OCD. There are things I do that drive me crazy, but I have to do them or I will not be right for the rest of the day. I have trouble even admitting this craziness, but here I go.
In my house, I cannot leave a room without turning off the lights or at least touching the light switch. Often D has had to remind me that he is in a room that I just shut the light off in.
I also have to walk through the house atleast 3 or 4 times each morning to check and recheck to make sure the iron and curling iron are unplugged and the coffee pot is turned off. I have even driven back to the house to recheck these things if I was not satisfied with the first few checks.
Seconds after I lock the front door, I check it at least twice before I feel comfortable leaving.
At work, I cannot work if my desk is messy. I have to clean my desk before starting any projects.
I need “to do” lists to survive. If you walked past my desk at work, you will see a “to do” list at all times. I get such joy from highlighting my completed tasks. Here it is Friday night, I have already begun a “to do” list for Monday for when I return to work. And, yes I have to write “to do” at the top of the paper.
I cannot write on a piece of paper with two different colored pens. If I begin a paper in blue ink, I have to complete it with blue ink. I have even started something over because I could not find the right colored ink pen.
I wake up 4 or 5 times each night to check and recheck my alarm clock. I have to reach over and make sure it is turned on. Even on nights when I don’t need an alarm, I have to make sure the alarm is turned off.
If I hear any kind of siren outside my house, I have to see what it is and which way it is going. I don’t know if it is a fear that they are finally coming to get me or what, but it makes me nervous to hear sirens outside. I am so glad I don’t live in a big city.
My schedule has to stay the same. If my schedule changes in anyway, I get very moody and nervous. I just don’t like change.
That is just to list a few. Now that I have listed some of them out, I really do feel crazy. I am just glad that I have found a man crazy enough to put up with my craziness.