The Gene Pool - The Next Generation of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

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On the eve of my son's 3rd birthday, I have made the official conclusion that he is an anal retentive child. And you know what, I'm actually quite impressed that he is an obsessive personality - I have continued the legacy that has been passed on for generations now. <br>Now, I have definitly grown in my obsessive ways, and I will of course teach Kaydn Rye a manner in which he can successfully live in the world even with his anal retentive tendencies.<br>For instance, when I see a piece of fuzz on the floor, instead of whipping out the vacuum and giving the entire main floor a good vacuum, now I merely pick up the fuzz, throw it in the garbage and move on. That is, unless on the way to the garbage I find another piece of fuzz. So personal growth has definitely occurred in my life in the last few years.<br>And I can now get dressed in the morning without my underwear matching my outfit. That is definitely personal growth. Now, you may be thinking that's the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard of, but I guarantee you, there are more ridiculous things in the world. But the whole underwear-matching phenomenon stemmed from my childhood, when someone decided it would be a great idea to buy me day-of-the-week underwear.<br>Big mistake. That became one more thing in my world that I needed to regulate, because of course Monday underwear could not be worn on Tuesday, and so on...<br>And Kaydn Rye is much the same way, especially with routine. Unless we are out and about because of my work, which isn't always totally from home, every day at 1:00, right after lunch, Kaydn grabs his blankie and we go upstairs for a story and naptime.<br>Today, while he's eating his dessert of cookies and marshmallows, he says, "It's time to go to bed," and he proceeds to grab his blankie and head up the stairs.<br>And not only is his routine obsessive, but his toy baskets are also obsessively kept. In addition to his big toy box, he also has three toy baskets, which are each for a specific kind of toy - balls, cars, dinosaurs, action figures, and so on. And each toy must be in its own toy basket. Now, I may have contributed to this in some way, but there are times when even I put a toy in the toybox that should be in one of the baskets.<br>But one thing I will never figure out is how this child who can spot every fallen piece of merchandise in Wal-Mart and proclaim, "Oh no, that felled, we have to pick that up," can create the hurricane-like effect that exists in my living room every afternoon.

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