bliss

I like to think I'm really organized. Sometimes, however, in this hectic life that I lead, things aren't quite as organized as I'd like them to be. Take Evan's bottles for example. I've bought a few new bottles since he was born and have upgraded them all to the 8 ounce size now that he can down one pretty quickly. We've lost a few tops, exchanged a nipple or two, and bought a few more replacements. I knew that I had 6 bottles with all matching lids and nipples.

However, I never could quite seem to have them all at the same time. It sort of bothered me to be always missing something. Sometimes I'll have all of the lids and not enough bottles. Other times I'd have all of the bottles and be missing a few lids somewhere. Where do those things disappear to?

Sunday night a miracle happened. I found all of the bottles, lids, and nipples. They all match and they're all inside my cupboard. And, what do you know, there are actually seven! I was so excited I took a picture. Honestly though, the first word that popped into my head was bliss. I found them all! And they're all in one place, and they all match. So excited.

What has happened to my life that I get excited over something like this?

I think you can officially diagnose me with obsessive compulsive disorder though.