Seriously in Need of Some Therapy

I don't know if I mentioned it before or not, but we have been selling our home.  This has led to the awakening of some part of my DNA that up to this point in my life has laid completely dormant.  To the point that I never dreamed it existed.

I grew up surrounded by type A OCD-type people.  I have already talked (at length) about my sister and her whole OCD thing but what you don't know is she really comes by it quite honestly.

Let's talk about my mom for a second.  She's pretty neat and organized too, she could start her own organizing blog if she could just figure out how to turn the darn computer on.  Anyway, she's about the only one that doesn't find my sisters need to count her kid's toys at night a little weird but that's because she did it too.  Mmm hmmm.  The woman uses the same mug every morning for breakfast and woe to the person that takes and uses her mug.  It'll throw her entire week out of whack. 

I won't share too much about my baby brother (because he is quite a bit bigger than me) but suffice it to say, he make the two of them look a little slovenly.

So, up to this point in my life, compared to my family I've been a bit of a little piggy.  I can live with clutter, in fact, we're friends.  I had even named the dust-bunnies under my bed.  This has never been much of an issue for me.

HOWEVER, this past month  with all the showings I have turned into the cleaning Nazi.  My poor kids. Whenever they pulled out a toy I'd be hovering, waiting for them to finish so I could screech "put it back, put it back."  I turned off the tap with my elbows so I wouldn't muss up the shine on the taps and polished my kitchen table on daily basis.

This is all fine and good when selling a house, unfortunately, I can't turn it off now.  Seriously.  We got home the other night from the painting exile and I could not sit down to watch TV until I swept my floor.  It was paining me to look at it. I would have vacuumed but I did not want to wake the boys but oh I wanted to!  It gets worse.

My parent's house is really very clean.  At all times.  However, they live in a small town with hard water so there is a bit (emphasis on a bit) of hard water build-up on the drain and drain-stoppper in their bathroom sink.  I had never noticed it before this weekend but now every time I looked at it, I wanted to whip out the CLR and clean it.    Seriously?  Why?  Is it bothering anyone?  Nope just me.

The clicker came when I was in the Wal-Mart bathroom the other day and had to fight off the urge to clean the water-spots off the taps.  I had already mopped up the water that someone else had left on the counter.     

While we all would agree that Wal-Mart always needs a bit of cleaning, maybe wanting to do it is a good sign one needs an intervention?   Not even my mom or siblings do that.  And that's saying something.