Mar 29, 2010
I haven't written an entry in awhile.
I hate OCD. I wish it would go away. I am tired of doing crap a certain way. I hate checking door knobs and light switches a bazillion times a day! I hate when I end up washing my hands twice in a row. I hate losing something and then obsessing over finding the stupid thing, which isn't all that important, but it doesn't matter because I can't help myself. I even hate it when I expect someone to do something the way I do it and get flustered when they don't. Those are some hard times to bite my tongue to get through. My husband doesn't: fold the laundry right, pile things up right (shirts w/ shirts, pants w/ pants etc), load the dishwasher the way I would, washes clothes like me, checks whats on tv wrong, dress the girls, brush their hair... I could probably go on and on. Needless to say, I drive him insane. He tells me every now and then to breathe and stop OCDing. Like I could turn it off. I wish.