I mentioned in this post a few days ago that I’m suffering from a new, OCD-type thing. I’m sure you’ve all been dying to know what that’s all about, and since I have nothing better to blog about today (other than the fact that my son and I just fought the first battle of WWIII over a pot pie that he refused to eat for dinner), here goes…
In this blog post from several days ago, I whined about how much money Wal-Mart stole from me, when all I wanted was dog food and a calendar (no, I’m still not quite over that).
What I didn’t include in that post (because I figured no one really CARED… and you probably still don’t, but too bad) is that I didn’t buy anything fun or extravagant during that shopping trip to Wal-Mart. I spent $101 on things that we NEEDED around the house: shampoo, conditioner, trash bags, laundry detergent… stuff like that.
What I realized later is that I didn’t really NEED any of that stuff. I already had over half a box of trash bags, half a bottle of shampoo, and almost a full bottle of laundry detergent.
So, why on earth was I freaking out walking around Wal-Mart that day, thinking I just HAD to get this stuff? Seriously, my chest was tightening at the thought of NOT purchasing it and then running out of trash bags, shampoo, or laundry detergent (major tragedies).
And, I’ve never noticed this anxiety over having a stockpile of supplies in the house because I don’t think I’ve ever BEEN this anxious over it. This is a side effect of suddenly being a single mother, oddly enough.
See, when Nick is here, I know he’s at my beck and call (ha!), and IF we run out of something, all I have to do is pick up my phone and call him and sweetly request that he stop at the store on his way home from work. How easy is that?!?! And when our checking account is almost devoid of funds, I know that Nick will somehow find a few dollars to get toilet paper and milk when we run out (because he’s Superman like that).
But knowing that it’s all up to me to keep this house running like a well-oiled machine is making me a little compulsive about some things, I guess.
The good news: I shouldn’t ever have to wake the kids in the middle of the night to make an emergency run to the store for toilet paper. WHEW!