Put it up right.

How does one more adult being home for the day make the mess in my house multiply ten fold? It is one of the wonders of the earth. Brad is a grown up. He knows not to throw the Sunday paper all over the floor when reading it, if he's not planning on picking it up. This irratates me even more because he knows that I like to read the paper too. When I get to the paper before him I fold it neatly back up in the order in which it arrived.
Being controling is exhausting, or is it being obsessive compulsive is exhausting? I think I am neither. Yes, I do have lots of the characteristics of those crazy people, but it's just because I am right all the time and everything should have it's place. I want Brad to help pick up the toy hurricane that hits or living room after he and Turner play for a couple hours. I can not stand it when he does help pick up because he puts all the toys into the wrong spot when he does it. There are two containers in my living room for the toys. Some toys can go in one but not the other. Brad doesn't care, he just chunks toys into what ever recepticle is nearest to him at the time. He also doesn't realize that some of the toys reside in Turner's closet when not in use. I try to not let it bother me. The toys are out of sight out of mind, right?

I have these same rules in my kitchen. How does a man pull the spatula from the same place every time he uses it (which ain't often), then not know where to return the utencil when it is clean? Everything has a place. How do you function if it doesn't? When something is in the wrong place it drives me nuts. Likewise, towels should be folded correctly, clothes hung in order, laundry sorted before being washed, etc.. These are not just made up by me, I think it's from the Bible, look in Genisis. "On the eigth day God perfected the tri-fold".

Why am I so neuortic? I think I was born this way. My mom is a little bit like this, but not nearly to this degree. She just wants my dad to "pick his mess up off her counter". So what receptor in my brain is off the mark and making me crazy? It must be the same part of the brain that lets you know that toothbrushes should alway be positioned on the right side of the bathroom sink.

I am nutty. Maybe I'm nesting. I don't think so, not yet. When that hits I am too big to be bent over for an hour scrubbing the toilets and base boards twice a day, but I do it anyway. So off I go to make the beds and wash the colthes, what fun on a weekend.