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OCD??

I used to clean my entire condo, do all my laundry, go shopping and clean my car. All in one day, every week so that the rest of the week I could focus on other things and enjoy my clean house.

Maybe I’m a bit OCD but I’m not one to put things off and I hate having a dirty house. I can not relax when I know there is laundry hiding in the closet, dust bunnies under the couch or something rotting in my fridge. Since my daughter hit the stranger danger/separation anxiety phase a month ago I cant get anything done or rather something always needs to be done.

My partner cant keep her happy for more than ten minutes and since she doesn’t see anyone else on a daily basis, as far as she is concerned, everyone else is a stranger. It takes me two sometimes even three days just to clean my condo. Another day to strip beds and do all the laundry. Yet another day to plan a menu, write a list and go shopping. By then it’s time to start all over again.

The icing on the cake…I have company coming. I love these people dearly, we haven’t seen them in six months so I’m excited. But they are staying at my house which just made my OCD go crazy! My partner  thinks I have finally truly lost it, though he does say that all the time.

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What did you do all day?

Before I had my daughter I could clean my two bedroom condo top to bottom in every nook and cranny in about 30 minutes. Now when my husband asks “What did you do all day”  and I respond for the second time this week “clean” He seems mystified, completely perplexed. He doesn’t understand when I say I feel like all I ever do is clean. No one who doesn’t have little people in fact seems to understand. So let me explain What I did all day.

We started the day on Tuesday by snuggling in bed. I changed love bugs diaper, went to the restroom and we headed to the kitchen. While she tore apart my counter top I made and inhaled coffee and eggs while unloading/ reloading the dishwasher, and scrubbing my kitchen top to bottom. She was still in a great mood so I moved her to her exersaucer in the living room and started scrubbing in there. Halfway thru she started to get fussy so to buy some time I danced and sang silly songs while cleaning. I had my curtains open and was of course in a tank top and my underwear so I’m sure I was amusing to the two teenaged girls who were standing outside staring at me. Don’t look so shocked…this will be your life in 20 years. With that thought I finished cleaning the living room. Knowing a meltdown was coming soon I showered and got dressed while she screamed at me. I nursed her, played with her, threw together a sandwich to eat while she nursed again and fell asleep. Because she will only nap while latched on I spent the next hour or so playing on my phone and going over what I still needed to do while eating.I changed her, refilled my drink, went pee, and cleaned the cat boxes before she started screaming. I then felt guilty for not giving her attention so we read some stories and sang some songs, then of course she wanted to eat again. I took out the trash, refilled her wipes, stocked the diaper bag, took a phone call, and it was time to nap again. Then hubby was due home and it was onto the routine of dinner, family time etc…. I never did get to brush my teeth.
So wed, and Thursday we were out and about. Friday…. I change her diaper, go pee and start in my room. While she plays on my bed I clean the room, fill the cat food and water, clean out litter boxes and feed the fish. I let her play on the bathroom floor while I speed clean, scrubbing every surface then hop in the shower. Halfway thru shampooing my hair for the first time since Monday she starts to melt. I dry off, run gel thru my un brushed hair and shove it in a bun, throw on a tank and lounge pants and nurse her. An hour or so later after her nap I strip the bed, start laundry, call my hubby back who is calling for the fifth time just to see what we’re up to and remember I need to eat. Into her bumbo she goes to tear apart everything within reach while I heat up food for me, make oatmeal for her and unload/reload the dishwasher, wipe down the counter tops, and clean out the fridge. I feed me, I feed her. I clean me, I clean her and the highchair, and the floor and the mess she made earlier on the counter top.  I switch laundry, my mom calls,  I nurse love bug. I pull out something to de thaw for dinner. I put her in the Moby and sweep, vacuum and mop. She gets fussy, I take her out to nurse her just to discover she has pooped, everywhere. Its up her back, down her legs, all over the Moby, and now my shirt and arms. I clean her, I clean me. I get laundry from the dryer and start a new load. I nurse her and play on pinterest while she naps. I switch laundry, empty the diaper pail, get a drink and a snack, remember to brush my teeth and start dinner. Hubby comes home and says what did you do all day, I reply cleaned. He looks at the dust and cat hair already collecting on the glass table in our living room, looks at me with my messy hair and clothes and I can see the utter confusion on his face. I also see it again that night at 9 when I collapse into bed with my sleeping love bug completely exhausted.