A Place for Everything........

I wouldn't say I suffer from OCD.  

It is just that there is a RIGHT way to do things and a WRONG way to do things

MY way is the right way.  

Period

Labeling is a good way to keep things straight.  

Sure my labeler(s) are my prized possessions

For example--- how else would I remember my grandson's name?

But seriously, I don't label everything

But things being grossly out of place does give me differing levels of anxiety.

Having a living room that is half toddlerland makes me antsy

My RV sized kitchen does give me the cold sweats.  No matter how hard I try to keep things in order it is just so small that it always looks cluttered.

(Clutter---- OMG THE HORROR!!)

For example--- and sadly this is not an exaggeration-- I can't really use my dishwasher because to open it you have to push yourself all the way back into the stove which is directly across.  Once I open the dishwasher door I can't really reach the dishes.  This is really true.  My family will attest to this. 

Living in a MUCH smaller apartment has been quite an adjustment.  I spend a lot of time organizing.  And re-organizing.  And re-re-organizing ad infinitum...

Some might say I am difficult to live with.  I prefer to think that I create order from chaos.  Unfortunately I did not transfer this to my room mate Lauren.  She prefers chaos.

Though I believe she should change she contends that she is Not Me and I have to adjust to her.

What????    Why wouldn't she want to emulate ME????

There must be some kind of happy medium.  A compromise where she realizes that organization is nirvana and living in a pig sty is very much like living in Dante's 3.5th level of Hell:  Clutter   

Meanwhile I continue to try to make myself comfortable in the space where I live.

And I try to influence the next generation toward the Right And True Way

I am pretty sure I am getting through.

Parker organizes his raisins

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And the cups

There may yet be hope