Presents

It's been so long since I've written anything you probably thought I'd given up this blog thing. I've been pretty depressed lately, and if you know anything about depression, you know it sucks the motivation right out of ya. So...that's my excuse and I'm stickin' to it.

My husband and I have decided to try a new tactic against the OCD: flat out bribery. You see, a few weeks back, my husband walks in the room and says, "I see some cups without paper towels under them. How about you don't use any paper towels under cups anymore?" (Why the paper towels you ask? Well, I'm terrified of fever blisters, even though I've gotten them my whole life, and I put the paper towel under the cups to catch any germs that would drip down the sides. But you don't have a fever blister right now, you say. Yeah, that doesn't matter.)

So, I look up at my husband and say, "No, I don't think I can do that." "How about for a present?" he asks. OK. And that battle was conquered. They will not all be that easy. I was close to letting go of that one anyway for some reason. I hadn't been as consistent about using paper towels. But we decided to go after other stuff in a similar manner. Right now, I'm working on not cleaning off my purse when I take it places. The first couple of times, I still cleaned off the handles, which was cheating, but the last time, I didn't even do that. When I do this several times and it becomes normalized to not clean it anymore, then I get a present.

Sometimes I feel like a 5 year old being bribed with candy and toys...