It is funny. Heather and I drove to my mom's house a few days back to have a come-to-Jesus meeting. My mom is OCD (I'm not joking or exaggerating, pure DSM OCD) and we had to tell her exactly how much luggage that she was allowed to bring because of car size limitations.
I have many funny childhood stories of my mom's OCD, you gotta laugh or you go insane. Everyday my mom used to make me strip down at the back door and would hose me off before she let me in the house. She installed a water fountain outside to deter unnecessary trips inside. All my toys were in the playhouse outside, they weren't allowed inside. She didn't cook because... drumroll... it made the house stink like food. Luckily, one of my teachers figured all of this out and "hired" me to babysit, clean her house, tend her garden, etc. From 9th grade on, I practically lived with my teacher year round. She was awesome. It would never fly in today's world, a teacher taking that much interest in a student but she was a lifesaver and I mean that literally!
OMGosh! You poor thing. (but I'm chuckling, I can't help it) Ummm, well, yes. er hem. I'll send some peaceful thoughts your way (and maybe a prayer? Is there a patron saint to prevent Maternicide? I'm suddenly think the 12 years of Catholic education have been lacking)