So I'm a Little OCD. Aren't We All?!

I ran the dishwasher today, as I usually do every week. I try to put the dishes away either while the kids are asleep or, if I can't get to it then, once Adam gets home so he can distract Owen from the dishes.

Owen loves to help me put the dishes away. He'll take them out of the dishwasher and hand me either the glasses, bowls, plates, or cups. I try and take out the sharp kinves before he can get his little hands into the silverware. If I do, then I'll let him help me put the silverware away by handing the pieces to me. You see, I am very specific about how my silverware (and the entire dishwasher) gets loaded and then how the dishes and silverware get put away (some would say I'm anal rentitive - no comments on that please - or even OCD). I am so specific, that I am seriously contemplating getting rid of a certain set of dishes because I don't like the way they fit into the dishwasher, especially the bowls. If it's not done to my liking I will rearrange the dishes until they fit just the way I like them. I like things done a certain way, especially if I'm the one to put the dishes away. I like the small spoons loaded together, the knives together, the big forks together, etc. You get the picture, right?

So, when Owen beat me to the punch today and got his little hands on the silverware before I was done putting the dishes away, I had to stop and take pictures and at least be grateful that he was willing to help and knew which drawer belongs to the silverware. I wasn't concentrating on the fact that I had to go back and redo everything, as that was just a miniscule amount of time out of my day. But, it did cause a slight elevation in my anxiety level.

Thanks, Onie. I appreciate you helping Mommy! I love you.