I didn't actually have OCD, I don't think, but I sure looked pathological, and it was the first time I'd really felt the pull of how easy it would be to just give in to it and become some frenzied scurrying, endlessly-checking terrified creature making up rules about what I needed to do so that the universe wouldn't punish me or my family anymore. I was definitely stressed out and it showed.
I'm happy to say that I've (mostly) recovered, even though I still do most of those things above-- I just don't do them with the sort of awed FERVOR that I used to, and I don't compulsive clean to burn nervous energy. My spouse is less happy with my recovery, however. The house often looks like bomb filled with paper, food preparation, textbooks, laundry, and whatever my DD is into these days (right now it's jewelry findings and tools and beads) has gone off somewhere inside. I mean, no-- we're not hoarders or anything. But this is what homeschooling tends to result in. LOL.
Anyway. Back to our regularly scheduled programming.
