Monday, September 1, 2008

OCD and my 6 Year Old...

Well, if anyone on the planet actually reads this stuff, my girls are due back tomorrow mid-day after being with their father for 12 days straight. This is the longest they have ever been gone, and I am missing them to the point of now admitting I even miss Sydney's OCD. Is there anyone else that deals with things like this from their little ones? Yikes...with school starting soon and the strict routine schedule approaching, I am doomed to become a prisoner again to all her funny ways. Next week these ways will NOT be funny. They will actually be debilitating to me after some time... I will shed a couple of tears to my therapist, and she will help me look at specific things and explain that especially because they were away from me for so long, it is her anxiety at work, and we will once again begin our work, slowly, together, issue by issue.

But today, I miss my girls to the point of missing Syd's captivating OCD tendencies, and would do anything to have to deal with the following, which are truly my ultimate favorites:

1. Washing Syd's 2 pair of Hello Kitty socks every night to ensure she has both to pick from in the morning to ensure sock seams do not effect the feel of her sneakers around her toe area. We used to have more, but slowly they become worn out. Little does she know, I AM NOW MORE PREPARED THEN EVER thanks to my husbands keen eye on vacation last week. While in Geneva, NY we drove past a dumpy strip mall and thanks to Mark's 20/20 vision he belted out words I could only have dreamed of: "Look, a Payless Shoe store to the right!!! Do you think they might have Syd's socks there?" I remember the anxiety that built up in my stomach as we entered the glass entrance. I didn't see socks anywhere - our Payless store at home has kids socks vividly displayed near the register. I lost sight of my husband as he turned the first aisle, and then I heard it. "Sue, right here." Hello Kitty socks. The EXACT style of the only socks made on earth that my daughter will wear without a 20 minute tantrum. I couldn't pull them off the rack fast enough. 6 pairs. I am a hero. Mark is my hero.

2. Pouring milk into her cheerios each morning to the absolute perfect height of her bowl. Not too little. It MUST be enough to allow 4-6 cheerios to get flooded from her bowl and land appropriately on the table below. If I dare to walk away without this scenario occurring, I will be beckoned faster than a speeding bullet with the words: "Mom, MORE MILK!!"

3. Tucking her in bed each night. But you couldn't begin to understand how literal I am when I use the word "tucking". We have now determined a fair routine that allows for me to lay with both Samantha and Sydney for the same time each night before bed. The latest volume of Kidz Bop has allowed harmony and peace while creating the following ritual: each daughter has 2 songs to have mommy lay with them and rub their back. Sam goes right down. Syd however of course has to create one last OCD pattern to ensure I do not forget about her after she has drifted off to dreamland for the next 10 hours. Here's how it goes:

It begins with precise placement of her two pillows which is an exact art to her as you watch.

Next, she will stand up to neatly pull and arrange her pajamas just so - no wrinkles or wedgies allowed.

The move that follows is very skilled - in Olympic diving it would probably fall around a 3.4 in difficulty. It's kind of like a "jump squat thrust" we used to do in gym class in the late 70's, maybe early 80's. Do you remember this move? Start from standing position, squat down, hands straight out front (on perfectly arranged pillows of course), then feet straight out behind her in plank (or full push-up) position. All of this must occur however while Mommy holds her comforter up as high as possible, because if I'm not paying attention the comforter could actually brush that cute little butt of hers and would cause the need to start this entire process over from the start. I've gotten very good at my part.

Finally, the tuck of the comforter. The tuck on my part is extremely important and could cause angst on both parties. It must be tucked tight. And it must be done in three motions. Middle of the comforter, then down by her feet, with the tightest of the tucks needing to be done right near her shoulders and neck.

When the tuck has been approved by my littlest of angels, it is the following words that tell me I will have the rest of the evening to myself with my husband: "OK Mom, turn the lights off and shut the door."

"OK, Syd", as I walk towards her door. I shut the hallway light off, breathing some relief (other times holding in tears as I feel like a prisoner to this routine) ... "Sydney, the light is off, and I'm shutting the door."

"OK Mom. I love you."

"I love you too Sydney. Sweet Dreams."

2 comments:

Ms. Florida Transplant said...

Those are great tidbits about your daughter. One day you will cherish all these little stories... and I'm sure you'll use some of them to embarrass her when she's a teenager!

Nicole (Hessberger) Carlin said...

Sue
This is great. Did you ever read the book "Setting Limits with your Strong Willed Child" By Robert MacKenzie? It's not about OCD but about intense kids. One trait is insisting on regularity. Its a short read, you might find it helpful (I did - my youngest is the type who will go into a 40 minute long tantrum if his waffles are on the wrong plate). The book made me realize I am not the only parent who deals with this. Actually, they say these traits help them later in life (please God, it's not helping me, it better help someone!)
Good for you for getting your thoughts out there, you are as funny as ever!!!!!
Nicole