If you were to ask, some people may say I have a teensy weensy bit of OCD. Alright, I am lying. I totally know I have some problems but admitting it is always the first step right? If you were to look in my refrigerator everything would be in its spot, facing out (Unless Matt put it back, because he clearly does not realize everything has a specific spot.) All of our clothes in our closets are arranged by style and sometimes even color. Books, movies, toys...they all have to be going from largest to smallest. I was the girl in school who would go home and rewrite (sometimes more than once) all my notes I took in class so that it was all written out perfectly. It sometimes took me hours. Then I would go to school 30 minutes early the morning of an exam and cram, usually getting me a B or C...if I was lucky. Apparently it didn't bother me as long as my notebook was full of page after page of neatly written words. Ahhhh, the thought just makes me smile now.
Along with this "little issue" I may have is food. I do not like when my foods touch. Period. Until recently, I would barely eat a food that consists of more than one ingredient. Chili, gross. Chow Mien, yuck. Casserole, don't even get me started.
So here I was one day a couple years ago walking along the isles of my beloved Target and look what I just happen to stumble upon.
Cute? Yes. But does that have anything to do with why I got them? No. That's what other people may have thought, but me...I was like, "How perfect are these? 4 little individual spots, our children's food would never have to touch again, this could go down as one of the best days of my life!" Or something that doesn't sound so crazy now that I read it. Anyhoo, that's when it all started. My plate addiction. Now we have more of these plates then we will ever need. Here's just some, not including the ones in the sink, dishwasher, or our secret reserves...just in case someone comes and steals them...or they break, either one.
I'm really trying to not pass on too much crazy to my kids (okay, I'm actually not trying) but somethings I just can't help. I am totally up to the thought of helping them pay their way through therapy though , that's gotta make up for a little bit.
Anyone else have any craziness they are passing on to their kids?