Almost 4 years ago me sweet sweet husband found his mission in life. I'm not positive when he realized his purpose here on earth, but he has worked his hardest making sure that he does not let anyone down. What is this mission you ask?
To break every last one of my OCD behaviors.
I must admit, he's doing a pretty dang good job.
Here is a list of things I've moved on from with the help of Cody.
-I would NOT drink the milk if I was going to drink the last of it. I would open a new gallon pour me the milk I wanted and then pour the remaining amount of milk into the new gallon. WHY? I have no idea, but I believe I learned it from my Dad.
*About 2 year ago Cody poured me the last of the milk and wouldn't let me leave til I drank it. I did and I realized it was no different then the rest of the milk. I no longer do this. However, I have noticed that I if I'm at the end of the jug, I do pour Cody's and Kevin's milk first. :)
-If you opened a big of chips (or pretzels or crackers) yesterday, I would have eaten them yesterday, but there is NO way I will eat them today. They already taste stale to me.
*Although this habit was not broken completely, we now put the chips a zip-loc bag and I will eat them again today and tomorrow and the next day, AS LONG AS THEY WERE ZIPPED SHUT.
-I would not go to sleep unless the closet door was closed.
*Cody's side of the closet RARELY closes due to the fact it is overflowing and I was tired of rehanging his clothes and reorgainizing his shoes every day, I got over it. Cody says, "i was just helping you!"
The point of this post
-If I am eating a bag of chips, or pretzels or crackers or cookies, or whatever--
I will pick through and eat all of the broken --we'll say Pretzels, since that was what I was eating when this all went down-- and leave all the whole pieces. Then the next time I eat, there are all perfect ones left.
*We were sitting on the couch the other night, it was late the kids just barely went to sleep. I was fishing through a bag of pretzels while we were talking, eating all of the broken ones. When I was finished I closed them up and Cody said, 'hey hand those to me!' Me thinking he wanted some I handed the bag over and he took the bag and WHACKED it on the wooden arm rest on our chair, resulting in a bag FULL of BROKEN pretzels, then handed them back to me and said,
"I'm just trying to help!"
This happened a week ago. I remind him daily that he broke my pretzels. He reminds me daily he is trying to make me normal! I doubt he broke this habit.
Cody, I just wanted to wish you the best of luck on your mission in life.
FYI-- You have a LONG way to go!
We have lots of cute pictures of the kids. Perhaps tomorrow afternoon I'll post them.
After of course I SEE TYREL! YAHOO!
He boards his plane in less then 5 hours. YIPAH! Happy flying Mr. T!
He boards his plane in less then 5 hours. YIPAH! Happy flying Mr. T!
4 comments:
my hubby likes to torment me, too. he teases, tickles, and annoys me just to be annoying. he always says, 'boys tease the girls they like."
I can't believe how alike we are. It is almost scary. At least you don't lick the salt off the pretzels and put them back in the bag. I am now officially a psychologist so I can say that you are not clinically OCD, you'll be okay even without his help. You can tell him I said so. :) (Even though I am not really that kind of psychologist)
That is such a funny post! I think we all have quirky things, but to be able to laugh about them makes it worth it!
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