Example 1:
He's OCD. He loves lining things up "just so" and flips out if you take anything out of his order. This is a problem for him when hanging around babies (like his brother!) because, of course, they don't understand the concept of keeping anything in order. All babies understand is "Mouth! NOM NOM NOM." ;) He also walks around the house obsessively shutting doors. If he walks past a door that's open even a crack, he'll backtrack just to push it all the way shut. He'll flip out if the pantry door is open and he can't fix it because he's stuck in his booster seat at the table. I find these little things irritating and I don't know why, except that OCD habits tend to be time-consuming, and the fact that we don't share the same quirks in this respect means we're often grating on each other's nerves.
| I found these cars lined up like this at the lake house I have to admit my OCD is irritated by the "missing" car on the upper left |
| I will refrain from teaching him "rainbow order" |
Example 2:
He should be a lawyer. My parents used to say it to me all the time and it drove me crazy. But boy does that boy pay attention to every last detail and argue semantics down to the letter!
Me: "Drew, I said don't sit in there!" Him: "I'm not sitting, I'm kneeling!".
Me: "Drew, eat your scrambled eggs" Him: "I only have ONE eggUH".
Me: "Sorry, Drew, the banana is all gone." Him: "But there are more bananas beside the fridge!"
Oh boy. It never ends. You can't hide anything from him, either. I'm always amazed at the tiny details of conversation (that don't even involve him!) he picks up and he sees everything. Every time he gets me with a comeback I grit my teeth as flashbacks hit of very similar conversations between me and my parents many years ago.
Example 3:
He eats so slowly that, given the opportunity, he'd probably be finishing breakfast just in time to start on lunch and would never even have to leave the table. I don't eat as slowly as I used to (20 minute lunch breaks as a student then a teacher will do that to you), but I just can't inhale a meal the way some people (namely my husband) can. So I understand and sympathize, but meals in our house can last an hour or more and when you have a baby who only puts up with being in the high chair for a maximum of 20 minutes it makes life difficult. Drew has spent many hours happily nibbling alone at the table. Ever wonder why I post so many pictures and videos at the kitchen table? It's because we spend a lot of time there.
Example 4:
The bug phobia. I'm so sorry, Drew. I know it's my fault. But a housefly is NOT going to kill you! Even I'm not afraid of flies!! If there's a fly anywhere near him, you might as well go ahead and order your hearing aids because you'll only hear ringing in your ears for the next week. Even his full-fledged temper tantrums don't reach the same decibels as a fly-in-the-car incident. The most frustrating part is knowing I can't reason with him. Again, I was (and am) the same way. You can give me a list of scientifically-proven facts about how a bug won't harm me, but it won't change my reaction. And it won't change his. Even if he could be reasoned with at this age.
Example 5:
He touches EVERYTHING! This one goes to my dad. I always drove him bonkers by running my hands across everything we passed in a store. I may have broken more than a few fragile items in my early years. I was just so interested in the textures that I had to feel everything. Drew does the same thing and now that I'm a little more germ-conscious it drives me crazy imagining all the gross things he's picking up. Especially as a thumb-sucker (sorry, Drew, that one's from me too), I just know as soon as we get in the car that dirty thumb will pop into his mouth. Ugh.
And as if the above isn't proof enough that I gave birth to myself...
| Me on the left |
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| I think we even have the same haircut! ;) |
I'm really not sure how I did it...
So this is an official apology to my parents, my husband, and even my kids. I can be irritating at times, apparently. I'm sorry you've had to live with me. But if it makes you feel any better, I'm getting a taste of my own medicine. ;) And maybe it's a little therapeutic to realize that, even with (or maybe because of) those little irritating quirks, I still love him to the moon and back!










