I noticed that I might have a little problem tonight.
Well, after our night time routine of playtime, bath, milk, and story-time Carter was finally in the bed at about 7:40. Normally, after this, it is time for me to clean up the disaster area that is my living room. We keep Carter's toys in a laundry basket and first thing in the morning it is dumped out and rummaged through by two little hands, so I just leave it like that for the day, instead of picking it all up multiple times a day. I just save myself the trouble and do it ONCE a day. All you moms know what I'm talking about...or if you're not there yet, you certainly will be soon.
Tonight I go to do my normal picking up and get the living room somewhat 'livable' for night time TV. Now that Carter is a little bit older he has toys that contain several parts...i.e. a tool box with tools in it, a set of wooden rings that are
stackable, a dump truck with boulders in it, fridge farm with farm animals,
etc. As I am putting things in the basket I find myself slightly panicked that I cannot find pieces to SEVERAL items. You see, I must put things in his basket a certain way...small items that are 'single' in the bottom,
stackables along the sides, dump truck in the middle, tool boxes (we have 2) in the middle, annoying thing that talks when anything hits it facing the wall of the basket, and stuffed animals on top...oh, and of course all pieces of the fridge farm on the fridge. So I cannot find a ball, a wooden
stackable, and one half of the duck from the fridge farm. Ugh! I'm looking everywhere, under each sofa, down the hall, kitchen, rooms, bathrooms....and I am still missing a ball, and a wooden
stackable. The duck was recovered. I am getting very flustered at this point and request a flash light to look under the furniture and announce that I cannot handle missing pieces of toys and that Carter is not going to have a toy box full of partial toys. I am still sitting here wondering where these missing pieces are and will we uncover them soon or am I going to have to wait until we move one day to find them....and then it will be one of those "that's where that thing went to" moments.
The other day I noticed I got really hot and flustered when Chad (trying to be sweet and help) started cleaning up his toys and was just tossing them into the basket one after the other. I shot across the room and stopped him and explained that it had to be done a certain way or it would be a disaster. I might have a problem.
OCD? Maybe.