It Must be Love

So in our family alot of us have silly little obsessions. Like Darrin with the way that he loads a dishwasher, or Chelsea's obsession with the way that Cora's toys are put away (she would actually rather you leave her house a disaster then clean it up and put them away in a different place), or the way that mom will NOT drink "plastic" milk but will have it in her coffee but if she is going to have a glass then it must be from a carton, and DeEtte just did an entire blog on her latest obsessions. Now, I myself have too many to put down on this blog, and right now if you find yourself reading this and not really understanding what I am talking about then in the words of DeEtte, "shoo". But if you can relate on any level then what I am about to show you is an example of one of my obsession and the way that my husband likes to make me loose my mind with the way that he does not support my craziness. My closet is the obsession of the hour. We have a big walk in closet that I have set up with my clothes on the right and Jeremy's on the left. I have his ties and belts first then tee shirts, work short sleeve shirts, long sleeve tee shirts, long sleeve work shirts, dress shirts, then pants. I hate when there is an empty hanger on the rod and I can not stand when the clothes are not in that order. Now, I do not ask Jeremy to put his clothes away in this crazy manner, in fact I just do all the laundry and put it away so that he does not make me crazy with doing it "wrong". But tonight, I was putting the laundry away and to my absolute horror, I found this...be prepared(just for those of you who can relate, everyone else,you may officially label me nuts.)

I know, right, I mean this had be harder to do then actually hanging it up correctly. I will also say it was in the wrong place but this is worse...much, much worse.