I've always known that I am a little obsessive about the way things are. I'm somewhat of a neat freak you could say. Well, the other day I realized how crazy I really am. Mike has been sleeping in since I've worked longer hours the past two weeks. This means he's still in bed when I leave, meaning i cant make the bed in the morning. My bed hadn't been make for 3 days (certainly an all time record for me). When i went to get into bed on the third night.... i snapped. I had to make the bed, stripping it completely then remake it from scratch, then unmake my side and get in. That's when i realized I'm crazy. The sheets and blankets were all crazy messed up and i just couldn't take it anymore. My mom use to always tell me that even if you have the worst day ever, at least you have a nice clean, straight bed to come home to, well i didn't have it, and I went a little crazy. I've ALWAYS made my bed in the morning. I'm trying to not let it bother me. Most days now I just make it when I get home from work because Mike doesn't ever do it, he could care less, so its just me all on my own. Seriously, if it was up to Mike, we'd have a fitted sheet and a comforter.
Apparently the girls at work have noticed some of my craziness too. Jess was telling Joanna about how I'm rubbing off on her, we have to have all the charts in neat, straight stacks, and the message stickies have to be exactly straight on the charts. I'm crazy. I'm obsessive. I'm particular. I've accepted and embraced it. I am getting better though, I no longer try to organize Mike's side of the closed against his will, and try not to be too upset when others don't comply to my craziness.
I'm trying OK!?!? That's all I can do!
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