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.
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
And the cups
There may yet be hope