I have a lot of crazy banging around inside my head. I may have been born this way, but I think I have been gathering it up as I have rolled through life. Kind of like a snowball getting bigger and bigger as you roll it around, that is how I perceive my own personal crazy. Since I am now sober, I have the clarity to see exactly what consumes my mind and time. My husband says I am a control freak. That may be. I could possibly have obsessive compulsive disorder, but I don’t think so. It is something, that is for sure. Here is a list, you decide for yourself. Please, let me know, I am very open to diagnosis. Pillows and pillow cases: I sleep with 7 pillows. There are a couple of different kinds of pillows, each kind gets its own particular pillow case. When I put the pillow case on, the tags of the pillow have to be facing in. The pillows go in a particular order when I arrange them to go to sleep. The openings of the cases have to face a certain way. I know if my husband has tried to take one of MY pillows. I have yanked it out from under his head while he was sleeping to get it back. When I make the bed in the morning, the pillows go on the bed in a certain order. Making the bed: I NEVER leave the house without making MY bed. I could care less what anyone else who lives here does. I make mine every day, and change the sheets every Friday. All of this is done without fail. If I have an appointment, I make sure bed making time is in the time schedule. God forbid a thief come into my home and find my bed unmade. (That is the actual thought process, along with a whole bunch on angst.) Toilet lids: They must be down. Nothing worse than walking into the bathroom and looking into the bowl. Dishwasher Loading: My way, because it is the right way, and I can get way more dishes into the machine than any other person living here. If the dishes are in the “wrong” place, I rearrange as I load it throughout the day. That means that I complain to everyone about putting their dirty dishes in, and then when they do, I move them around. Dishes are not to be left in the sink or on the dish rack when leaving the home. (Again, what would the robbers think…seriously, what am I a slob?) Refrigerator Organization: There is a particular shelf for everything that goes into the refrigerator. Of course, only I have the map. If things are not where I deem is the proper spot, I rearrange. Plus I get aggravated at the same time. Stupid, because no one knows the code. Feet Washing: If I have walked barefoot during the day, I wash my feet before I get into bed. This is a germ and dirt issue. I do not want them down at the bottom of the bed lurking and reproducing. Dirty feet on my side of the bed just do not happen. (No shoes on the bed either, on the feet or just resting sitting there, yuck.) Chapstick: Completely and totally addicted. There is one in my car, purse, on my night table, on the coffee table for television watching, and in my gym bag. When we go away I always pack an extra in with my toiletries. If I have on something that has pockets, there is one in there also. If I can’t find one, of lose it, I stop and buy a new one immediately. Just typing this made me have to put some on. (I just did.) I don’t know how I used to work full time, this shit is a full time job. Sheesh.