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O.C.D & Me

I came across this image on google today and it made me laugh because if you know me, my O.C.D is no secret. Some have told me that I always seem pretty calm and collected. On the outside this is true, on the inside it's the complete opposite. I am a perfectionist who worries about everything. I dropped out of beauty school about 11 years ago because the teacher said that hair is never perfect. NEVER PERFECT, I thought... This job isn't for me.

I am hardly ever able to sit down and relax in my home because there is always something to do and when there isn't, I clean out the closets. Cleaning and organizing feeds my soul in a way that only my grandmother understands. There are no words to describe the feeling that a clean and organized home gives me. In our house, the beds are always made, dishes always washed, laundry done weekly, house cleaned weekly, floors are swept (daily) and mopped(every other day), Cabinets are clean and tidy, and everything has a place. There's nothing like a completed "to do" list, and being able to create a new one when I am done. When I hear my friends and family members talk about wanting to organize specific rooms in their homes, I always offer my help and feel so much joy when the project is finished because of the satisfaction it brings them.  I give so much credit to my husband who is patient with me and doesn't hold it against me and I feel sorry for my daughter who has begun to show signs that she shares in her mother's need for organization. Are we the only ones?



 

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