I know I should (and I do),, appreciate family helping out with cleaning house,, but I have my pet peeves.. H will fold towels in squares, which I will unfold and refold,, the triple fold...
he will fold shirts even if they are inside out
which I unfold, turn right side out and refold....he folds my socks in a ball.grrrrrr this drives me nuts,, and if he can't find a match, he will just throw an odd one in with it...
kids will sweep kitchen floor,, which I end up resweeping..
So sometimes, as much as I appreciate the help,, it always seems like I should just do it myself anyway...
When I'm tired, I roll my foot on my other foot. My mom said I've done this since I was a baby, and probably in the womb, as she remembers feeling something like it. it's a comfort thing that I never notice I'm doing, until someone says something...and like right now, I am doing it and didn't realize until I realized it
Anyhoo, it's a huge indicator of me being tired or trying to self-soothe...my friends know it and when I first started dating Hubs, I tried NOT to do it because it can be annoying, especially in bed.
Well, I noticed he does the SAME THING. lol! We both roll our foot to self-sooth. It's awesome.
I know I should (and I do),, appreciate family helping out with cleaning house,, but I have my pet peeves.. H will fold towels in squares, which I will unfold and refold,, the triple fold...
he will fold shirts even if they are inside out
which I unfold, turn right side out and refold....he folds my socks in a ball.grrrrrr this drives me nuts,, and if he can't find a match, he will just throw an odd one in with it...
HAHA! I am soooo picky about my laundry being folded the right way. Ya. I have stopped doing it when Hubs folds it...except my stuff. I fold it again.
I have more of these than I would like to admit to!
I have to check the door at night before I go to bed at least three times. If I lock it and don't turn the knob again to make sure I have to go back and check. Drives my husband insane because even if he says he locked it I have to check!
I sniff every piece of laundry before I fold it.
I smell just about everything before I eat it.
I rub my feet together in a bicycle motion when I am falling asleep.
I have to eat all fruit with a knife. I slice all of it...bananas, apples, etc. and eat the bites from the edge of the knife.
I'm paranoid about waking up in the mornings, too. I set at least 4 alarms...2 on my computer, one bedside alarm, and one Screaming Meanie alarm. The Screaming Meanie alarm is battery-operated and is the most obnoxious alarm ever. I don't even know how it's legal because I'm pretty sure that many decibels is damaging to the hearing. And it really is mean! I figured out early on that I have to set it for 10 minutes later than I want to get up because it wakes you up several minutes earlier than you set it. If you don't turn it off, it gets increasingly louder, and you have to hold down a series of 3 buttons in order to turn it off. If I know I'm not going to get enough sleep and will have a hard time waking up, I hide it in odd places so I have to get outta bed and search for it.
Almost forgot...seatbelts. I got into the habit of tugging on kiddo's seatbelt when he was little just to make sure it was secure. Er, I still do it. He's 15. Worse, it's so automatic that I now do it for anyone in the passenger seat of the car without even thinking about it.
LOL 3 leaf clover,,,I don't do the alarm clock thing,,But if I know I'm not going to get enough sleep, I drink like 2 big glasses of water right before I go to bed,, because once my alarm goes off once (snooze once),, I realize I'm about to pee my pants.
I can't watch tv if the volume is not set by increments of five. I love the clothes lovers pick out for me but will not start wearing them until I have nothing else. I have to set 3-5 alarm clocks but prefer to wake up to my favorite mp3s. I can't do anything without even a basic plan.... everything from shopping to sex. That's not all that weird, I guess. I walk around with a stone face people confuse for being bored. I have trouble forcing myself to smile. I read a lot of body language and lie interpretation books to keep a 1up on those that would mean to deceive me.
I think the weirdest thing I do is ask women about them selves and care about there problems, complete strangers I meet everywhere. And then turn them down for dates. LOL, really p!sses off their bfs. I guess I got in that habit during marriage and couldn't stop.
I also can't stand it when the towels are folded into quarters, it has to be folded in half, then in half again length wise, then in thirds. HAS to be.
We haven't had a microwave in years. This all sounds rather trippy!
I used to have a weirdness about having the volume at even numbers. Car stereo, hubs would turn it up to ...let's say... 19 and I'd have to make it either 18 or 20. FREEAAK! He never cared but I thought it was weird and now make myself leave it on odd numbers. It's my rebellious streak. It arises from time to time in such crazy moments like that.
I think the only thing I do now in that regard is double-checking we have keys before leaving the house. It's the kind of door that once it's shut on the outside, it's locked. kwim? (< look at me go!) I have paranoia about getting locked out. I've suggested we leave a key outside in a certain place in case that happens. H isn't down with that idea... especially as I thought an awesome spot might be the roof of the letterbox. When I went to check out the inside of the letterbox, there was bluetack and a piece of tape exactly where I would put the key. We'd rented out our home when living overseas, so obviously the people staying there thought the same thing. It's obviously where they'd kept a key stuck inside the letterbox too. Yeah, so, maybe that wasn't such a well-hidden spot after all. H says we take our chances and pay for a locksmith to come out if that happens. Until then, my paranoia will have us both holding up our door key before we slam the door closed.