You know your OCD is getting bad when you start stepping into rooms and imaging what they'd be like if you lived by yourself. I look around the room. Imagine all the time I'd have on my hands and also how I would leave little messes all over the place. I imagine the office desk perfectly set up. All clean and neat. Then the bookcases and all the misc crap laying around them. The empty bottles of water wouldn't be there. The stains on the carpet.
But then I take a big sigh and realize all I traded in for my ability to be clean and organized. A wonderful fiancee who loves me immensely and snuggles me each morning. A kid that screams "Mom!" and runs into my arms every time I see him. A dog that's loyal enough to sleep by my side every night. All of this is worth every misc bit of crap laying around and every dirty patch on the carpet.
