My room was a horror scene as a kid too. DH#1 was a neat freak and he forever corrupted me. Now stuff around me is generally in pretty good shape. My kids rooms were a mess, but that was their issue to deal with.

Our kitchen was always at least reasonably clean, and we'd never leave food out, and I'm still that way (unless I'm feeling really horrible, I'll never go to bed with dirty dishes left out), but I really just have no clue how to get in the habit of putting stuff back where it belongs -- or even of figuring out where would be a good place for each thing to belong -- and trying to do it overwhelms me, and I just shut down.

I'm sorry you had such a rough day, askye. I hope you are in the mend soon.

Aaaaaaaaaand now the bill for calmly handling things for my friend comes due. I'm having unwanted images of holding Harvey's dead body invade my head. I have a theory that big dramatic immediate emotional reactions facilitate processing events. I know that for me, being calm and practical during a crisis often suppresses dealing with the emotional pain. At least I hope it works that way for my friend - that her intense, paralyzing grief will allow her to recover her ability to cope faster.

ETA: I'm treating my own freakout with kitten videos and chips and cookies.t

I realized after my brother in law got annoyed at my sister for it that I also do this--sometimes I will leave cabinets or drawers wide-open. I don't know why. It's like, it takes half a second after you get the thing out to close the cabinet! But for some reason...

I used to leave drawers an inch or so open. My DH asked me to try not to do it, as it made him CRAZY. I had no idea I was even doing it and it was not that hard to stop, luckily Right after that convo, I went home and realized that my mom does the exact same thing.

Thanks everyone. I finally started feeling better. I still feel on edge. I really want to get my haircut but I don't have the patience to deal with that. I'm going to cancel my Drs appointment and try to get things done.

I leave cabinet doors open and so does my Dad. Annoys mom but Dad always left them open because when he was growing up my grandfather was a prison guard often on the night shift. If anyone in the house closed the cabinets during the day and work him up...he didn't hit but he would yell and demean everyone . My grandfather was 6'4" So physically imposing .

I picked up the habit from dad.

{{bitches}}

Cabinets and drawers left open makes me insane. I had more than one heated discussion on the subject with DH#2. Frankly, after he was gone I reexamined what was worth getting upset about. I am so much more chill.

Cabinets and drawers need to be closed. I used to not care, but now if I go in the kitchen or any other room that has such I just close them. I don't get upset about anything left open by anyone else in the house cause it only takes a blink to close them.

When CJ was young enough that he was still in a high chair, he had a major fixation on needing all cabinets and drawers in the kitchen. He would point and fuss until whatever thing was open got closed. He wouldn't eat, no matter how hungry, until someone got up and fixed the offending cabinet. We did have one that would slowly open on its own and that was often the main offender. Now he doesn't care a bit.

Open cabinets drive me nuts. I usually just close them and don't make an issue of it.

Oh and yes, Kelly's boyfriend has officially asked for my blessing for him to ask for her hand in marriage. There is a plan in place for next week with a secret celebratory party at a local brewery after. He is also conspiring with her best friend, who will be out here next week.

Now I just have to keep it cool for 8 more days. Her bf is horrible about secrets. He gets so excited and will share every detail with anyone other than the person who is the focus of the secret.