I say I'm a 7, but I think DH and DD's would say I'm a 10!
Let me tell you, before I was married with kids, I think I would say that I would be a 9, but being me and living with a DH and DD who don't mind throwing their dirty clothes on the side of the bed and then *gasp* stepping on them when they get out of the bed in the morning has taught me a lot of patience and I've "Lowered My Standards"
In fact, really the only way I achieve any sort of sanity is by *CLEANING*.
I have one obsession that I've been stuck with my whole life. If my sheets and covers are not straight when I get into bed at night, I will freak. One night when DD was about 5, she got into bed and she started to cry. I went in to scold her and to tell her to just knock it off and I asked her what her problem was, she said "my sheets aren't straight". I Swear to you, I never uttered anything of the sort and it blew my mind to see that my daughter has the same obsession as I do! So right away I told her I understood and we remade her bed with all the covers tucked in just the right way and she went right to sleep
My DH also gets mad because before we leave the house I have to "fluff" everything - the pillows on the couch, the towels in the bathroom, the placemats on the table and the chair pads.....It really bothers him, but I've told him time and again that If I Don't Do This It Makes Me Upset!
Now I'm learning all about this in nursing school and if someone has an obsessive compulsive disorder that's not hurting anyone, like counting or making sure the door's locked 10 times before retiring to bed (I make sure 3 times, that's my number, 3) to just let them go through the motions because stopping them from doing so gives them great anxiety.
(big exhale) Okay... I am normal....I am normal....I am normal....
