My Daily Do

It had been suggested to me at my last job that I had OCD.  Things that were disorganized or made no sense drove me crazy.  The thing is, I'm not obsessive, I'm efficient.  Having to do things three times because procedures were inaccurate or changing, taking chances that something you did was right -- with the idea that you could just go back and fix it later, drove me up a wall.


It's a bit like that at home.  When I have errands to run, I map them out so they are in an efficient order.  My meals are planned based on what we have and what will come next.  I re-use things so that I don't have to buy new.   And then there are things that I do that are probably on the edge of insanity.

What, you may ask, does my underwear have to do with this?  Well, it's a perfect example of my ingrained sense of efficiency.  I wash my underwear every night when I take my shower (which I do at night to save time in the morning because my hair won't be soaking wet).  When I was swimming, I washed my bathing suit in the shower.  When I was a runner, I washed my running clothes in the shower.  Everything gets hung to dry.  This means I save time because I'm already washing something.  It also means the articles last longer because they aren't going in the washer and dryer.  This is something I've done most of my life.

When I was growing up, I danced.  I had to pay for my own lessons and leotards, and I didn't have a lot of money.  I had two sets of tights and two leotards.  I washed them each night and hung them to dry.  I also started running in my early teens.  That meant I had a lot of stuff to wash that way.  Sometimes I'd take my shower with the plug in the drain so the tub would fill up and I'd have standing water to wash my stuff in.

Here I am, 40 years later, doing the same thing.  Does that make me crazy?