Obsessive compulsion

I wonder if Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) was invented by moms and dads who were raising small children among an ever-expanding sea of tiny, plastic toys…

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And so it begins…

Is there such a thing as PTSD due to Christmas mess?

I’m sitting here by myself, the family still crashed out cold, almost literally suffocating.

I can’t even…

OMG

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Calm before the rage storm

I have reached my limit. Suffocation is imminent. And so, me being me, I have developed an evil plan. 😈

I’ll tell you how this thing will unfold:

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The trouble with crafting kids

Encourage her artistic creativity, they say.

Let her bake and cook if she wants to, they say.

What they don’t say is how to get her to clean up. What they don’t offer is to come over and clean up for, or even with her. Oh no, they just want to see a child in her peak creativity mode. Admire her crafts and eat her baked products.

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Moods: up and down like a roller coaster

Moods. Who needs them? Not me. Wish I could be a very even-keeled kind of person who doesn’t fluctuate between depression and rage, and everything in between.

Ha.

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A few more days of grin and bear it

I think I’m ready.

Ready for them all to go back to their regular routine, out of the house, so I can get back to mine.

(Sorry, I just don’t have anything else on my brain at the moment…regular writing will resume next week.)

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Stuff and clutter: what we own, what we store, what we’ll inherit

Have you read the list of 49 things about me I posted the other day? Numbers 6, 7 and 8 touch on my desire for order in this house. Frankly, I could come up with 49 items just on that topic, but that would be a boring list to read. 😛

But the accumulation of stuff is a prevailing topic in my life.

For instance, my parents are housing stuff that belongs to us. Even though we have our own house, you understand.

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