Welcome to My Crazy (Part 1)

First off, I totally theived my title from BooMama.

I seem to store quotes from favorite tv shows away in the back of my mind and pull them out when I'm in a situation where they fit (and I'm not even listing that as part of my crazy). As one of my personal heroes, Julia Sugarbaker once said, "This is the South. And we're proud of our crazy people. We don't hide them up in the attic. We bring 'em right down to the living room and show 'em off. ....... no one in the South ever asks if you have crazy people in your family. They just ask what side they're on." I'm pretty sure both sides of my family are riddled with their fair share of crazy. I'm not going to out anyone else's crazy quite yet, but I will drag a little of mine out to the living room and show it off.

I'll begin with my need to have all the tops to the Little Man's bottles match the bottle on which they are placed. I usually end up making bottles late at night, when I really want to go to bed. One would think I could just reach in, grab a top, pop it on the bottle and be done with it. NOOOOO! I have to stand and dig around in the bowl where we store the bottles, nipples, bottle tops, and various other things my girls throw in there when they empty the dishwasher, until I find the matching pieces. Now, my bff, Pajama Mama staged a late night intervention via IM in an attempt to release me from my madness. She talked me into intentionally unmatching the bottles and tops in an effort to prove to me that the kid really doesn't care if his bottles match. He really will continue to eat and not perish from starvation or failure to thrive if his bottles don't match. Earth will continue to spin on it's axis, and I will not hyperventilate if the bottles don't match. It lasted one night, the next morning, all the bottles looked like this:

I was able to breathe freely, and all was right with the world once again.

And ain't they purty?

Lets move on to eating peanut M&Ms. Just stick your hand in the bag, grab out a handful of candy, stick it in your mouth and chew, right? NOOOOO! Not me. I get out a few M&Ms, then have to decide which color needs to be eaten first. This is a complicated process. I'm not even sure I can explain it to someone who doesn't have the same affliction, which I have discovered in at least two other members of my immediate family. See! We are riddled with crazy. Take this group of candy as an example:

I would have to begin with either a green, yellow or orange because there are two of each of those colors and only one blue and one red. So, lets say I start with green, then yellow, then orange. Now I only have one of each color..problem solved? NOOOOO! Now because I just ate those colors, I HAVE to eat one of the other colors, lets say red. Then blue because I haven't had a blue yet, then I can eat the other colors, but only in the same order I ate them the first time. Madness I tell you. Also, I have to bite the M&M in half first just to make sure the peanut is in there. Oh happy day when I get a solid chocolate M&M that was supposed to have a peanut in it. I don't have these problems with plain M&Ms for some reason. Needless to say, I will never eat peanut M&Ms in bed in the dark.

This is just the tip of the mountain of my crazy. I won't even get started on making a bed or folding towels. Let's just leave it at this:

For now anyway!

I need to add that I have been driven to insanity by the fact that I can't get blogger to post all of my pictures exactly the same size!