Take for example the knife.
I already made a peanut butter and brown sugar sandwich (try it before you say ewww) this morning, but I did a few other things before turning my attention to the toast.
Because of that break, I required a new knife.
My guy, thanks to hand-me-downs and generous family members, has a lovely wardrobe.
Despite having favourite pieces, I have to be fair to everyone – or in this case every shirt and pant. Everything has to be worn once before I can go back to that beautiful sweater, my favourite shirt or those nice-coloured pants.
When I was a child and purchased knick-knacks, if there was more than one left I couldn’t choose one over the other – one would be lonely – so I bought both.
When pumping gas, I have to pump to an even number – and I consider multiples of fives even, too. It can’t be $17.17. It has to be $17, $17.20 or $17.15 for example.
How about you, any weird feelings toward inanimate objects or other idiosyncrasies?
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That's kind of sweet that you have to buy both so the other is not left lonely! I love my chocolate frozen and my ice-cream melted. My kids think that is very strange!
Yes, I have small obsessions as well. I can't stand lights to be left on if someone is not in the room. And probably some other things I can't remember right now...
I am the same way at the pump..it has to be an even amount! I thought I was the only one that way :)
Ooohhh, I have so many it's hard to even begin. Turning off lights, TV can only be at a certain volume at certain times of the day, dishes have to be rinsed in dirty dishwater prior to be loaded into the dishwasher...and don't get me started on how exactly the dishwasher needs to be LOADED.
Well, you know me and my thumbtacks although they are now all in a pouch and so no longer in color order. Actually, most things should be in color order or style order. Sadly my t-shirts are all messed up these days but Matthew's clothes are sorted according to style. Collared t-shirts are in one pile, plain t-shirts in another, etc. I used to require two knives to make a peanut butter and jam sandwich but now as long as the peanut butter is spread first I can handle one knife. Matthew's toys all have their individual places to be put away in at the end of the day and even he knows where each toy goes. I am sure there are tonnes more but those are the ones I can think of off the top of my head.
Cheers :-)
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I like to match my kids clothes. To each other, sometimes, if we're going somewhere. But the top needs to match the bottom, especially with shorts and tshirts for some reason. I put them away in their drawers in pairs, the tshirt that matches the shorts on top. It really bugs me when they come downstairs dressed in mid-matched clothes. R is pretty good about sticking to the "protocol" but L constantly wears whatever he wants. It drives me nuts! I also need their winter outerwear to be all matching too, as in the hat and gloves need to match the coat and pants.
The spoons need to be a certain way in the drawer (the tray is sideways due to the drawers shape), I can only sleep if the closet and bathroom doors are closed, I can't stand open cupboards in the kitchen, chairs not pushed in at the kitchen table drive me nuts (!), I usually count stairs as I go up/down them, I feel bad for the toys that get skipped over at playtime (especially the ones that have been favourites, but aren't on a given week), I can't sleep if I'm being breathed on (even by myself - skin must be covered).
We all have weird things that we do, we just don't always admit them out loud ;)
I, too, had a hard time the first time I got highlights in my hair. I had almost white hair as a child, blonde hair growing up, and then my hair got darker after I got married. I'd look in the mirror and think I didn't look like myself! But I've only had highlights done. So far ;)
(I'm a friend of momentsofclaritybymundanemomma and stop by her blog a lot, btw).
Have a great weekend!
Oh yes, I am terrible. The dish washer has to be loaded a certain way. The towels have to be folded in half and then in thirds. I have to eat all of one thing on my plate before I move on to the other. And if I'm getting something different to drink (i.e. I had milk and now I'm getting water), I have to get an all new cup. It all drives hubby nuts.
what if you keep going over a tiny bit on the gas pumping? Gas prices makes it hard to make it come out even! lol
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