OCD

I think I have confessed on here before that I am just a touch OCD - that's obsessive compulsive disorder for those of you who haven't heard of it before. I am self diagnosed, of course. But then who would know better than me?

That means that I like all of the clothes hangers in my closet to be just alike. In my closet you will find only plastic hangers, the kind that things hang on in Dillards or Penneys. Well that's all the blouses and dresses will be on. Pants will be on the wire hangers with paper bars that come from the cleaners. All the pants. And all the blouses will be hanging together and all the pants will be hanging together. In my husband's closet all his shirts and jackets are on those hard plastic hangers you buy at WalMart 10 for $1 or something like that because they are stronger and will hold heavier things without breaking. Except his pants which are on those pant hangers that you can also get at WalMart. He doesn't keep his shirts and pants separated, which drives me to distraction, so I rarely will get in his closet. If he wants things all jumbled up like that well he can just clean out his own closet when it needs it. Come to think of it, maybe he jumbles things up so I won't clean out his closet - never thought of that. Besides he has a couple of those wife-beater type shirts that I have to put on my hangers because they kept slipping off the other kind and that means he has...different...hangers...for...his...shirts. I can hardly breathe thinking about it.

On my desk, which can be messy, the tissue box will be exactly parallel to the edge of the desk. If there is a lamp on one side of the bed there will be a lamp on the other side of the bed. I don't have to have bedside tables alike, and they aren't. But both sides will have a lamp. Makes no sense I know. When I was a teacher that meant that my student desks were in rows. Straight rows. Parallel rows. Not in circles, my goodness no. Because you could never get a true circle. I like for things to be balanced. Even. Straight. In my sewing room if a pin is bent it goes in the trash even if it still works. I like things to be sorted. I like small paper clips in one box and large paper clips in another. Now I'm not a fanatic about that sort of thing. But it does make me nervous when things aren't straight, sorted, balanced or even.

You all know that I have 7 beautiful, smart grandchildren. You know that because I've told you about them. They are, naturally, the most beautiful and smartest grandchildren that ever were. God blessed me with 7 grandchildren who are funny and sweet and kind and loving and joyful and...oh dear, I'm bragging, aren't I? That's not nice so I'll quit.

I'm telling you all this to say that you can imagine my delight to learn today that my 8th grandchild will be a boy!!!!!!!!!!! Before you jump to the defense of girls let me just say that I now have 7 grandchildren, 4 girls and 3 boys. That's not even. It's not balanced. Soon that will be corrected. Thank goodness. I was beginning to get very nervous.

Just as a side note you might like to know that when my son sent me a text message this afternoon to let me know the results of the ultrasound he said, "boy...girl...boy...girl...boy!!!" When I first read it I thought he was saying it was twins. My first reaction was, "Good grief, what was I thinking when I told them I would babysit all of April and May?" My second thought was, "Oh no, it will be uneven again!" I'm not sure which scared me more.