Let's start with the obvious: OCD.

• It is getting to the point where I have issues eating at OG because they don't use gloves to clean the dishes. I don't want their skin cells lingering on my dishes and transferring to my food and transferring to my mouth.
  • This is terrible, but I'm going to say it. If certain people are working, I refuse to eat there. I just can't imagine they are too terribly clean. And I want to be healthy.
• Other problems I have with my current state of OCD:
  • Touching the sink in my house. It is not stainless steel, it's white, ceramic? IDK. But it is stained, and old, and gross feeling. Can't touch.
  • Touching the countertops. They are linoleum. Yes, like the floor. Not like, is. And they are bright green, and they are peeling up, and they are dirty. No matter how many times I clean them, they are still dirty. If food touches the counter I will not eat it.
  • When I drain pasta in my sink, I can't let the bottom of the strainer sit in the sink. Because I am afraid that the water will rush out too fast, causing it to touch the sink and come back up and touch my pasta, contaminating my pasta with the grossness of the sink.

Waking up to feed the kids.

• If I can't hear the ihome go off in the morning, or Evan getting out bed, or the shower running, or him talking to people in the next room, then we have a problem. The babies are going to have very long nights when it is my turn to feed them. Sorry in advance, babies.

Doing the dishes.

• Since I can't touch the sink, I can't do the dishes. Even with gloves on I can hardly do it. Thank God for Evan.

Showering.

• For some reason, I have started taking multiple showers a day. Not only is this not good for my skin, but it runs my electricity bill up as well. But I can't help it.

Plastic utensils.

• I have previously explained my inability to eat yogurt and mac n cheese with a metal spoon. I have to use plastic. Even at work, I break into a togo set and use the plastic ones. I'm sure in a few years this will transfer to all food and I'll be that crazy lady who brings her own stuff into the restaurant. "Can you cook this pasta I brought from home? I'm scared of yours. And please use this pot I brought and my filtered water. And make sure you wear at least 7 pairs of gloves. THANKS!"

Panic attacks when being outside alone.

• This gets worse every day it seems like. And it doesn't matter whether it's day or night, I'm still afraid that someone is out there waiting for me.
  • And no, I'm not agoraphobic.

Panic attacks when being home alone and the dog barks.

• This is dumb because Snap barks at anything and everything. However, it usually means that someone is near. And she's just protecting me. But what if? Oh my lanta.

Answering the door.

• Especially when I'm home alone. I refuse. And I will crawl on the floor to a spot where I'm hidden.

Social anxiety disorder.

• Um, one day, I had to go grocery shopping and I literally had a panic attack in the story. OVER GROCERIES. I cannot go places alone because I never know what kinds of dilemmas I'm going to get myself in. Because you know I will. I'm a moron.
• I have gone to the mall twice in the past two weeks aloneeee and I have basically caused myself to have minor heart attacks worry about everything that is going to go wrong.
• I basically can't be around a bunch of people alone, and I blame MMD and I need to buy myself some more pepper spray.