And Then There Are These Weird Things Too...

I used to have to sleep on the furthest side of the bed from the bedroom door, in case an intruder came in, they would get Scott first.

I have to check each child about six times before I go to bed to make sure they're still breathing (as they've gotten older, I've gotten better at refraining from this.

If I go pee before bed, then as soon as I get off the toilet, even if I think the word PEE, I will have to go and squeeze some more out, just because I thought about it and if I didn't go pee once more, I would get into bed and it would just drive me crazy thinking that I would have to get up again to pee. This one drives me freaking crazy!

Before my mother or I take a flight she and I both have to call one another but only on the departure flight, never necessary on the return. My mom will call me even if her flight's at 6 a.m. It's okay for me to turn off the phone so she can leave a message though... that still counts.

I save every voice mail Scott leaves me on the phone and either he can be the only one to delete them, or I can delete them ONLY if he is in my presence at the time of deletion. Same goes for voice mails from my mom, dad, or children. (Also, of course, I couldn't delete the voice mail Brooke Shields left on my phone when I was trying to get in touch with her for an interview!)

Scott and I have to kiss each other every time we take an escalator at the mall, airport, sporting event, wherever they have escalators.

I cannot/do not want to taste-test anything I am cooking to make sure it's done. I always have to have someone else taste it. Yes, I do want to eat it, but for some reason, testing a sauce, or a noodle, or a piece of chicken to make sure it's done just bothers me.

Scott and I "butter" each other before bed. Now, don't go getting any freaky ideas. We call toothpaste butter--as in, "did you butter me tonight?" When we are having an argument or if he (or I for that matter) has pissed me off (or I, him), refusal to butter opponent spouse just defines how mad we really are at one another.

I really don't have any problems using public bathrooms, but have become more of a germ-ophobic the older I get (I guess I just thought I would share that one because I do have a friend or two -- you know who you are! -- who refuse to use public bathrooms and freak out if I mention I am going to go poo in Walmart's facilities!)

I never leave the dryer on when I leave the house; this is more of a precautionary measure and not a habit of sorts. Our dryer is really old and it's going to kick it soon (very soon, I hope, so I can get a front-loader and washer!) and I'm afraid it is going to explode while I'm gone. Same thing for at night. I will not let it go when we are sleeping.

I am sure there are more OCD-ish things I do, but I'm stumped for now. What are your quirks?

Oh, by the way, Happy Mother's Day to those of you celebrating your children, or even if you are awaiting the dreams of a pregnancy. I wish you all much happiness! Because no matter how much I gripe and bitch about Diva, Ajers and Tukey, they are my complete reason for being. Simple as that. And yes, want to know what I asked for for Mother's Day? I bet I'm the only one who requested a front screen door! Now, if that ain't Manic, you better just go find yourself another Manic Mom to hang out with!!

And finally--I am now of Latino descent and being called Juanita by close family and friends for the colorist today was a little, how shall we say, "highlight happy" with my usual dark brown-reddish, okay, chestnutty locks. For some reason, I now look Hispanic. Adios, y Cumplanos de Madre, or something like that! : )