I am obsessive about quite a few things, but what would qualify to closely being a OCD is my need for the kitchen platform to be clean. If I have to cook or do anything around in the kitchen, I need the platform to be clean.
Staying with my MIL, who is close to 65 and extremely messy when it comes to cooking, I have been trying to tame this obsessiveness of mine, but in vain. Being polar opposites, it will only result in fights if one of us don’t change our ways. Now I cannot really change her, so the best I can try to do is control myself.
She ends up messing the entire huge L-shaped platform, even if it is a single dish that she has to prepare. In fact there will be water over the floor at times and not an inch of clean space anywhere on the platform to put down anything. Water, peels, ingredients spilt, numerous utensils, both clean and used ones are all over the place. Needless to say, I hate this! She does do her best in cleaning up after she completes all the cooking. But some how I am just not satisfied with that. Practically speaking, I should be okay with that.
I have tried both ways – subtle and polite to loud and rude, to convey to her that the messiness is something I can’t stand. In fact my obsession is to an extent where, if I spill something in the middle of cooking, I don’t wait to finish the cooking and clean it. I start cleaning it in the middle of cooking. I get extremely irritated if there is water on the floor. Some times the first thing you will see me doing at 6 in the morning is cleaning the kitchen platform. 😦
I want the platform to be dry. It irks me to see a patchily wiped platform. It should be clean and even. I first wipe it with a wet cloth and then with a dry one, so there are no patches anywhere. Many a times, I start cleaning stuff when my MIL is still making something, just to show to her that I don’t like it. That irritates her, but doesn’t make her change her ways. Some times she takes it for granted that I will do the cleaning anyway and creates a mega mess!
BG advised me many a time to leave the kitchen messy, if it so. Let people who created the mess clean it. But the obsessive me just can’t sleep in peace imagining the unclean platform. On days that I am unwell or too tired, I drive BG mad until he does the cleaning up. I give him very specific instructions on how things are to be kept and wiped etc.
If what my MIL is doing is not right, I know what I am doing isn’t right either. If I complain that she doesn’t change herself, it is wrong that I am not cutting them some slack either. After all each one is used to their own ways. Until either of us change, if you visit our kitchen you will most likely see me with a cloth wiping the platform and my MIL clumsily spilling something. I might not even rest peacefully in my grave if I don’t get rid of this obsession. 😦