I am aware that I suffer with a bit of the old ‘OCD’, I love nothing more than a clean house and cannot relax in an unorganised never mind untidy space. It was never really a problem, that was until I had kids. My OCD seems to have ramped up a few notches since having children and I blame it all upon the endless amounts of toys which I feel should be kept tidy, organised and obviously as a ‘complete’ set.
Trying to tidy up when you have children is utterly pointless, it is comparable to sweeping the pavements during a storm, a complete waste of time. It is only once the children are resting their sweet little heads (bwhahaha! not very often then) that I can begin ‘mission tidy-up’. It is during these OCD fuelled missions that I find myself unable to settle at night… it might be a plastic character has gone missing from the weebles, a jigsaw piece has gone astray from its box or worst of all, that tiny, baby russian doll has done yet another runner from its family and is hidden in the depths of our living room.
I usually head straight to our knackered, old sofa, tipping it back to try to jiggle any bits and pieces free which have been ‘posted’ into the mechanisms of the giant leather toy trap. I sodding hate that sofa and cannot wait to replace it with the new sofa that we ordered way back in January. Harvey’s are officially taking the pee and making us wait for what seems like forever, whilst holding onto over £1k of our hard-earned cash, ********! I hope when the new sofa does arrive that it isn’t quite as easy to stick random, small-sized toys into purely for amusement. I swear the kids do this on purpose just to drive me over the edge, and believe me I ain’t far from it!
After I have finished delving into the nooks and crannies of the crappy, old sofa I then start looking under the cabinets with my IPhone torch for a guide. It’s amazing the amount of rubbish that you can find hiding in random places, yet it’s never what you are actually looking for. My mind then does that annoying thing of replaying images from throughout the day, suggesting even more random yet still unlikely places where said lost toy may be hiding. Any normal, sane person would stick the box on and put their feet up, but not me, I have to find it, whatever it may be, as otherwise I just can’t relax.
Whats even more ridiculous is that if you were to suggest that I buy a replacement for a missing item, I would become even more irritated. If an item were to ever be replaced, it would then be guaranteed to turn up probably seconds later and we would have an odd number of whatever it may be. Even the thought of that situation makes me feel uncomfortable and only drives my need to locate lost items more so, after all I know for blumming sure that whatever it is the kids may have lost hasn’t left the house and is therefore just hiding, from me particularly so it seems.
Today’s mission is to find a wooden cupcake, how flipping ridiculous is this!? I know how stupid it seems yet I still cannot stop myself from having to find the small lump of painted wood which completes my daughters baking set. It’s probably madness to you, but to me it seems to make absolute sense.
Anyone else have toy based OCD like this or am I on my own with this one? Drop me a reply and let me know, I’d love to hear from other Mum’s as mad as me.