Totally overdid it :(

It's soooo hard being OCD and recovering from this shoulder surgery! All I want is a perfect house-is that too much to ask?! Sadie is such a hoarder. She never wants to get rid of anything, even toys she doesn't play with. This morning I walked into the family room and felt sand ALL over the floor. I was NOT a happy camper. One of her toys ripped and spilled. I immediately decided it would be an organizing day, as it is rainy and cold anyway. I just don't like messes! So, off we went into Sadie's room and started going through her toys. A friend of mine put pictures on bins so that her daughter would know what goes where, so I decided to give that a shot. 

Here's hoping it works!!! I also convinced her to get rid of her baby doll carriers and pack n play. She's way more into barn and animal toys anyway. 

I then proceeded to clean the bathrooms, and once that was done I was in severe pain with my shoulder. I didn't use my left arm, but I'm sure I used it a little without trying. So now I've taken some pain meds, iced my shoulder, and painted my nails. Forced relaxation, I guess you could say. At least my nails look cute. 

Maxine

My mom sent this to me. It's sooo me! I was cracking up! 

The End of Maxine"       As we progress into 2014, I want to thank you for your educational e-mails over the past year. I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery. I can no longer open a bathroom door without using a paper towel, nor let the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel. I can't sit down on a hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed. I have trouble shaking handswith someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one's nose. Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years. I can't touch any woman's handbag for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public toilet. I must send my special thanksfor the email about rat poo  in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing. ALSO,now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason. I can't have a drink in a barbecause I fear I'll wake up in a bathtub full of ice with my kidneys gone. I can't eat at KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes, feet or feathers. I can't use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day. Thanks to you I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes. Because of your concern,I no longer drink Coca Cola because  it can remove toilet stains. I no longer buy fuel without taking someone along to watch the car,    so a serial killer doesn't crawl in my back seat when I'm filling up. I no longer use Cling Wrap in the microwave because it causes  seven different types of cancer. And thanks for letting me knowI can't boil a cup of water  in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face, disfiguring me for life. I no longer go to the cinemabecause I could be pricked with a  needle infected with AIDS when I sit down. I no longer go to shopping centers because someone will drug  me with a perfume sample and rob me..    I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask  me to dial a number for which I will get a huge phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore and Uzbekistan .. Thanks to you I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big black snake could be lurking under the seat and cause me instant death when it bites my butt.   And thanks to your great advice I can't ever pick up a  dime coin dropped in the car park because it was probably placed there by a sex molester waiting to grab me as I bend over. I can't do any gardening because I'm afraid I'll get bitten by the Violin Spider and my hand will fall off.   If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land  on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon, and the fleas from 120 camels will infest your back, causing you  to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it  actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor’s  ex mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's best friend's  beautician!   Oh, and by the way...   A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study,  has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity  read their e-mails with their hand on the mouse.   Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.   P. S. I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because  I was told by e-mail that water splashes over 6 ft. out of the toilet..    NOW YOU HAVE YOURSELF A VERY GOOD DAY…

Frustration

I have been really lazy this weekend. My shoulder still hurts a lot from surgery, and I really can't do much yet. It's not like I am setting out to be lazy-there is actually a lot that I want to do. It's getting frustrating. I really want to clean and organize. Sadie does a good job destroying the family room, which drives me nuts. It's even hard to do things like dishes, since I can only lift things one pound or less. Adam is gone studying most of the time, so he can only do so much. I am just ready to be back to normal! You'd also think I feel rested from not doing much, but I am not sleeping well at all, as I like to sleep on my left side, that I wind up tossing and turning a lot. I really want to get rid of the majority of Sadie's toys once I am more recovered. Do you think she'd notice? Probably. The kid is such a hoarder. I just can't stand having STUFF everywhere!!! Need to make a list with one project for every weekend or something, but it will have to be something I do without Adam's help-I don't think he'd be thrilled if I made him help, haha! Anyways, here's hoping I am back to normal sooner rather than later. At least 3 more weeks of not lifting more than a pound....

A misunderstood post

I'm not really sure how many people even read my blog if I don't post the link on Facebook, (which I don't currently have-felt like it was time for a break after being on it way too much while on surgery leave) but I figured I'd post this anyway. My last 3 posts have had 3 views each, so I guess not many readers! 

Anyways, last weekend I posted something about my OCD and how we have someone in the family that takes it personally, when it's really just me being crazy. It was intended as a nice post, of me searching for how I could make this person realize it was not personal when I panic about germs. It was quite a cathartic post for me to write, actually, as I genuinely wanted to think of ways I could help. Somehow putting it on "paper" was a way of allowing me to think on what I could change in me. Well, the post was not all all taken in the way in was intended. I suppose I should have talked to my husband or something before posting it on my public blog, but I didn't. I can't go back and change it, but I can publicly say that I'm sorry for sharing it here on the blog. Again, it was meant as a hearfelt search for what I could do to make sure this person knew that my germ fears had nothing to do with them. It was in no way an attack and I'm sorry if it came across that way.