I really thought I was normal.
{watching Mr. Monk as I'm typing this..}
All my DVD's & CD's organized alphabetically?
How easy to find!
The library is organized...
Are they called OCD?
Are they freaks?
So, I like color coordinated things...
{The ladies I work with-insist on, writing in different colors on our dry erase board at work!!! Yea- can you imagine!? Drives me crazy! WHY would you want different colors?! It's so easy to read when all the colors are uniformed...duh..}
Is this so bad?
I can't go to bed if I know something is a mess...
My Mom told me and she LIVED by this..
"Always have your home cleaned and presentable as if your going to expect company at any moment..."
AHHH!!!
Music to my ears..
Something about
CLEAN.
ORGANIZATION.
THINGS IN ORDER.
That makes my OCD heart sing...
LaaaaaaaLALALALAAAAaaa!!!!
I once dated a {creep} guy who once convinced me I was mentally disturbed b/c I liked things in order/clean...he had me go on Paxil for this...he convinced the Dr. I was mentally disturbed and the Dr. actually asked me...
"Jody, when you shut a door is it shut? How many times do you lock the door?"
Yip! He drilled me and I was convinced I was mental...
He was the professional.
He knew more than me....
I wasn't normal.
I had to struggle with this.
I went into severe depression,
b/c if I even clean or organized...
He'd go into a frenzy!
It was very depressing that cleanliness and keeping things looking nice was a known as a mental disorder.
Did I mention he was an ex?
After meeting my wonderful-clean-organized-normal-sweet husband
I was back to myself.
He loved me for ME.
I wasn't ashamed of being me.
He loves and appreciates a clean home.
Our home HAS to smell and look like we don't have animals.
Now, when I was growing up..
I never once heard my Mom say:
"Jody, clean your room!"
Never heard these words through her lips.
Now, My Brother Clint (love you!) and my sweet lil' sis Tammy (love you too!)
Well, they were... {clear throat-gulp} messy.
Their rooms were awful! Ha! Ha!
I remember loving to go into their rooms b/c it was like a treasure hunt!
You never knew what you'd find!
Not NOW though..they are both keep a spotless home. :)
love you two! :)
But Mr. Monk is my hero and when the Mr. and I starting watching this..all I heard from him...
"Oh my gosh! That's you! "
He cracks up and laughs of how Monk and I are alike.
Oh well, I guess it's better than
Mr. Archie Bunker!
Have a wonderful Clean Day!