I have know this for a long time. Known that I like things done a certain way. I like things in a certain order.
There is a right and a wrong way to load the dishwasher. You should rotate your underwear when you put them away. Everything has a place and a place for everything.
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) is one label. Strange, uptight and annoying are what other people may think to themselves. Some will even say it out loud, to your face. I say organized, efficient and calming.
I know my case is mild compared to people who truly suffer from this condition. Some people cannot leave a room without triple checking the light switch and locking the door four times.
My family should be happy that I "help" them do things correctly. I view it as helping them to learn to do things the right way.
That being said, I get the feeling they are agitated by my "mentoring".
It is fortunate that there is a yin and yang to most everything because they are not what you might call well organized at home. I like to think that I am.
If you work with my wife you would think that she has the "problem". Work, spreadsheets, lunch all have an order, place and time. She is a master spreadsheet builder and it drives her nuts to see a poorly built spreadsheet. She can't look over your shoulder if you are working an a spreadsheet. She wants to jump in and do it...her way.
Apparently her condition ends at her office door. If you have been in her car you know that. If you have seen her load a dishwasher, you know for sure.
My boys, well, I can not spend much time in their rooms. Don't get me wrong, I love them more than most anything but they are pigs! Most kids are messy so I try to put it into perspective. We can not buy enough organizational shelves and tubs to keep up with the toys, books and clothes all over their floors. To be fair, Laura is willing to venture into their rooms and clean.
All this being said, it is fun to joke and sometimes argue about. It is my personal mission (noone asked me to undertake) to keep as much organizintion in place as I can. I may actually get through to someone someday, me and my OCD...
