*I can't let Chris fold clothes, towels, anything. If he (or anyone else) folds any laundry, I will unfold and refold it the way *I* like it.
*I often wish Chris would unload and reload the dishwasher for me before I get home from work, but if he does, I go behind him and rearrange the dishes in the cabinets and then reload the dishwasher the way *I* like it. Hmmm....wonder why he doesn't bother?
*I must (MUST) sweep the floors daily. I usually wait until Chris and the kids are outside or otherwise preoccupied because, as cute as it is, when the kids try to help, it drives.me.crazy. When Chris is being sweet and tries to sweep and mop for me, I have to go behind him and redo it because its not done the way *I* would do it.
*When we are traveling (which we do fairly often, since our family all lives around 3-5 hrs away from us), I get pissier and pissier the later it gets. (Okay, okay, this goes for ANYTHING. I can't stand being right on time. I want to be there 5-10 minutes early. God forbid I am ever late for anything. I think I would have a panic attack.) I want to get up and out the door and get the trip over with. If we say we are leaving at 9 am, I get antsy around 8:30 and want to get going already! This drives Chris crazy and we usually end up bickering. Not fun. I have recently started trying to tell myself that if Chris says 9 am, that means 9:30 am. This has helped with my OCD-ness and cut back on the bickering.
I am one sick puppy.
|Bathtime mostly consists of lining up her babies around the edge of the tub.|
I need medication, don't I?