My own brand of OCD
I fully believed that if I developed OCD that I would load up my minivan (Don’t judge me, I am a mother of 3 with a dog!) with the mower and edger and drive around town cutting people’s lawns. It drives me nuts this time of year when I see one house with grass about 2 feet tall while all the neighbors’ yards look beautiful. It seemed natural that if I lost my mind, mowing would be the top of my to-do list.
Turns out though, I have already lost my mind and gone completely OCD for canning. This is not news to those who know me. I have been canning every summer for about 10 years now. I simply assumed that the copious amounts of things that I stuck into jars was because I canned with my sister. You know, we were splitting it. Or that I was using them as gifts at Christmas. But then when I was all alone, I was even nuttier. I literally put up 62 pints of Cooper’s Pickles. This doesn’t even include the mustard pickles I made for myself or the creamsicle jam. I also canned spicy catsup and habanero salsa. I loved every minute of it, but what a nut!
Then to top it off, I have a list of things that I still plan on canning. How OCD is that!? Is an intervention in order or should everyone just shut up and eat?