I was paging back through my posts from last January. Today is the 25th of Jan 2010. I didn’t write on Jan 25, 2009 last year. The book ends on either side was an OCD post about children’s messy rooms and losing my mind. um, memory. Today I feel like I’m losing my mind.
I told someone recently that I want to let go of a few things in the house and not be all OCD. I used the kitchen sink as an example. Seeing dirty dishes, clean to be put away, or recycling – it makes me twitch.
Yeah…… on second thought, that isn’t going to be the one.
I’m really doing my best to let A have her room her way. I’m really trying people, I really am. She’s back to sleeping in her “tent” on the floor. Her perfectly good twin bed is piled with clothes (clean and dirty), books and random papers. It looks like her closet threw up all over the floor. I am not kidding – the door is open and toys are spilling out onto the carpet. She constantly loses one of a pair, the connector of whatever toys, 2 pieces of a puzzle. She sometimes gets really upset about it, to which I respond if you put that thing away like I asked it wouldn’t be lost right now. Oh – and the multiple glasses of water – OMG the water! (by the way – I am aware I wrote about this before, it persists)
Part of my current anguish stems from New Year’s. I went in her room about 9am. Norman came by around 11:30 to ask what I was doing and now the whole agenda of the day had changed. And you know what, I was barely through half of the cleaning I wanted to do! I was able to trash a bunch of stuff that just needed to go. A joined me at some point and was doing a good job of putting things where I directed her. We were also able to select a nice sized bag of toys for charity. She did poke around inquiring about missing stuff. The only thing I dug out of the trash were a bazillion folded up mini post-it notes. She went into explaining their purpose in her round-about 6 2/3 year old way. Cannot tell you what it was, I stopped listening at some point.
I never got back into the room that day to complete my task.
Every time I enter the room now I resist with all my might to start putting things away. Lost library books should not be my problem to fix. Misplaced reading lights are not my responsibility. Scratched CDs floating about the room is not my deal when they start skipping. Water spills on dolls, blankets and paper with marker drawings are hers to clean up.
How am I doing? Is this step big enough? How long until someone is knocking at my door telling me it’s time to let go of another OCD “problem”?
p.s. – if anyone out there knows how to get an original drawing done with a Sharpie off of a wood dresser, please let me know.