Is the stove off?
I have problems. I’m serious, I’m not normal. I have this thing where I obsess over terrible things that might happen. The most common thing is when we’re getting ready for bed I start the regular list of bedtime questions for Ryan. “Did you turn off the grill? Are the doors locked? Did you see if the iron was unplugged? How about the front door? Cause really I swear I saw it unlocked earlier” This leads to a huge sigh from his side of the bed, then the turning on of lights, rechecking of doors, checking all outlets, then final assurances before I can finally feel semi-safe enough to fall asleep. Then I wonder if he checked the locks on the windows.
Then there’s the classic garage door issue. We pile in the more gas efficient car (his), back out of the driveway, then we’re off to wherever we’re going. About a mile down the road I start thinking. I saw the garage door going down, but was that today? Did I push the button? What if it was left open and someone breaks in and something happens to the dogs? Would my good for nothing neighbors bother to shut it for us? About 2 miles down the road I start voicing my mental meanderings. At mile 3: the sigh. Then the u-turn. All the way back to the house to check the garage. This didn’t just happen once. This happens once a WEEK.
But the worst is fire. I have a fire phobia. Ironic, huh? I don’t think I ever had it until our apartment complex caught on fire at 3am when we were in school. After that I had nightmares of that roaring sound for years. Now I obsessively double and triple check outlets before going to bed or leaving the house. The worst part is that when I’ve been gone from the house for a while I obsessively think about what might be catching my house on fire. And the dogs stuck inside. Will the neighbors notice the smoke in time? Do they have my cell number? Do they know there’s dogs in the house? Almost without fail when I drive home I imagine rounding the corner on to my street and seeing it filled with soot-infused water and my house burnt to the ground. And my puppies gone.
I have issues. And no kidding I just read the above to Ryan and he laughed because these things happen with me on a daily basis. Please tell me that I’m not on the road to pyschoville.
{and I have a phobia of memes, but I’ll do Melati’s tomorrow. :-) }
Hello from Michele’s - good luck with that phobia! It sounds like you found the right man to go with it, anyway!
Hi, I can relate completely to your first paragraph… The thing is this week I forgot to ask and we actually slept with the side door unlocked! It’s worse when we leave on vacation so now before we drive away, is my husband the one asking me those questions so he doesn’t have to turn around on my behalf and go back to the house and check. And I can tell you secretly I do turn and go back to check doors and garage door sometimes, even if I am only going to the store… I am older, so I can do that! thanks for visiting my blog.
If you do the meme, I will give you an invite to the next croquet tourney, which just happens to be next Saturday, Oct 8!
I’ll be waiting….
u’re friend melati is psychotic. i like her =)
hell, i like any chick who’s not afraid to use harsh language
I do the exact same thing. I leave the house…drive through the alley…turn around to make sure I actually shut the gate…get two miles down the road and convince myself that the coffee maker is on….it is so neurotic!
wow…I think you and my husband are related.
Your husband is much nicer than I am, though. I make him get up and check again. He’ll ask me about things we haven’t even used…"Is the toaster unplugged?" "Um, honey, the toaster is in the cabinet and we haven’t used it in three weeks…" "Yeah, but are you sure it’s unplugged?" ARGH!!!!!!