It's a joke in my house that we don't call OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) by it's proper initials. We call it CDO - that way it's in alphabetical order of course. No one in my family has the condition in a way that is debilitating, and I feel for anyone who does because I think I teeter on the edge of it some days, but all of us girls seem to be afflicted with a slight case of it anyway. It's kind of funny that my "free-spirited" little one that everyone always assumed would just skip through life without a care in the world may have ended up with the largest dose of it as time goes by.
It's that feeling when the house gets messy, or the to-do list gets too long or the calendar too full - you have to do one of 2 things. Either clean until everything is scrubbed and polished to perfection or completely retreat and become so absorbed in a project that you can't notice anything else. Of course if you try to clean your way out of it
