I tend to not give in to my OCD anymore. I have learned to let some things go. I’ve learned to keep things from bothering me. My anxiety is way down from where it was even six months ago.
But there is one obsessive issue I cannot let go of: Choo-choo’s mixed up puzzle pieces. It drives me absolutely mad to have to keep checking the back of the wood puzzle frames to figure out which piece belongs to which puzzle. So, I figured out a solution.
I labeled each puzzle with letters and numbers and added the corresponding letter to each frame. Now, when my darling son decides to dump every puzzle out into the same pile, at least I will know where all the pieces go. I will of course still let him figure out the puzzles for himself, but this knowledge will help with clean up time.