Coping Mechanisms

The other day after I had washed/dried/hung up some of David's jeans, I put them all together and counted them.  He has 26 pair.  26.  That's right--26.  I think that this is ridiculous.  Why?  Because he works in scrubs...He can't possibly wear them all.  He has brand new ones that still have the labels on them.  He has some that are so worn/torn that you can  see...never mind.  He has some that are too tight, that he is forbidden to wear.  He has some that are to short, too long........And every time I mention it to him, he's like yeah, I need to go through them and do something with them.  But he hasn't.  So in order to cope with this, I folded them a certain way and turned them all the same way on the hangers.  It made me feel a little better.
Yesterday when I was looking at them I decided that if I tried to get them all about the same length on the hanger, I would feel better.  So I took each one of them and tried to hang them about the same length from the crotch on the hanger.  This made me feel better.
Then this afternoon I was looking at them and I decided I would feel even better if I hung them from lightest color to darkest color.  Hmmmm.  This made me feel better.  Then I thought maybe I should put them all on the same color of hanger, most of them are on white hangers sooo......but I didn't.
No I do not have OCD.  I'm just trying to control my environment....is that a little crazy.....hmmm maybe...but at least it makes my closet a little neater.
Oh and by the way there are on 23 in the picture and I have no idea where the other three are.....

I Took A Bath In Cascade (Sorta)

Since I'm a big girl, (okay fat, okay okay obese), it is hard (okay difficult okay okay, impossible) to bend over and clean our garden tub. It is raised by one step off the floor and leveled with the windows so that David can sit in the tub and watch the deer while he is soaking...another story for a later time.
Soooo I always say, "David will you please scrub out the tub before you get out?" And he always says, "I will tomorrow." And tomorrow never comes. Never. Soooo I have to get into the tub to clean it.
Soooo Saturday I was looking at it and thinking about the Cascade thing...
Soooo I got my towel, bath cloth, house phone, cellphone, box of Cascade and scrubbie and of course the book I'm reading, stripped off my clothes, turned on the water, turned on the jets and had myself a nice long soak and bath.
Soooo then I drained most of the water and proceeded to scrub the tub with the Cascade, which again just melted the soap scum and dirt away.
Butttt remember my earlier post and disclaimer about how the Cascade makes the tub very very slippery
Soooo then I had to worry about getting my FB out of the slippery tub without falling and busting my FB...I did this very carefully all the while thinking about the paramedics picking up my nekkid FB and putting it on the stretcher.
Anddd of course the ambulance ride to the hospital while nekkid with nothing but a sheet to cover me, but I would have been clean.
Buttttt I made it out safely and the tub just sparkled--it hasn't looked this clean and sparkly since we moved it.
I'm very happy. (It takes so little.)

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