I have this weird obsessive compulsive disorder in me.
Not officially, mind you. But I've got some odd tick in me that drives me (and others around me at the time) crazy.
If I get it in my head that I need to find a certain object, I can't rest until I've found it.
Need it be a toy of Roo's, my cell phone, keys, a certain pen, that phone number I wrote down ages ago, whatever it is.
I have to find it.
Like, have to.
I'm sure I'm not the only person that has this tick.
I'm sure I'm not the only person who has this tick and it makes them insane.
Not insane, insane... but neurotic.
And it always tends to happen with toys.
Roo asks for a certain toy and if I don't find it, she cries like a baby (we're talking face down on the bed, red scrunchy face and tons and tons of tears).
Of course I get it in my head that I have to find it... then I proceed to tear the room apart looking for it.
And when I do find it, oh, it's like bliss.
It's like the biggest weight of the world has been lifted off my chest.
And (like my husband says) the funniest thing about this whole issue I have, is if I put these certain objects right back where I found them, I'd never have to go through this again...
Now what would be the fun in that?