OCD

This has been a hectic week. Everything is in full swing - school, tennis, swimming, piano, singing time, gymclass, soccer, PTA meetings, doctors appointments. Keeping up with these kids is - well, a full time job!

Despite all the busyness, and late nights I have had a wonderful sense of well-being all week. I was pondering it today, and trying to figure out why (so it could be continued.) What I've decided is, I really am my father's daughter. I LOVE being organized. The summer was wonderful, and having no set schedule or plan for the day with a new baby and 3 other kids was helpful. Now, I'm happy to have the routine back again.

I love knowing where I'm supposed to be and when. I love having a to do list that is totally predictable, even though I never am able to complete it. I love getting all the kids to all their stuff, and ON TIME. I love to look at our schedule and see that the kids have balanced and interesting activities. I'm happy I am providing an enriched environment for them. I love knowing that a week from Thursday I need to make a crock-pot dinner, because it's my turn to drive to swimming. I have a sense that it's a little OCD, but it's just so comforting.

Perhaps I should seek professional help.