OCD and ADD

Stolen from a friend's Facebook status: "I have OCD and ADD. Everything has to be perfect, just not for very long." I have what I like to call "selective OCD." Some things really bother me, to the point that I can't think about anything else until I take care of that particular issue, and other things I can let linger for months on end, no big deal.
My children's cleanliness is one of my issues. I mean this in only the nicest way, but I had no idea that kids were so disgusting until I had some. Everyone associates diapers with babies. And yes, dirty diapers ARE a huge, completely revolting part of the whole parenting experience, but no one ever seems to mention the other stuff. And by other stuff, I mean things like snot, vomit, boogers, pee, spit, and any other bodily fluid or function that you can think of.
Children have no fear of germs. I have often remarked that I don't understand the completely irresistible urge to wallow on the floor like a pig that is brought on by the wearing of a freshly ironed dress. But the germ thing hit home for me the first time I took my newly mobile twins into a public restroom. Unbeknownst to me, children have an uncontrollable urge to touch every single surface in a public bathroom (or any other bathroom, for that matter.) Want to see me in a total panic? Imagine me trying to use the bathroom AND keep two kids from touching anything. Yeah, it didn't go well.
That said, I have to admit that I am completely amazed by the difference in my attitude when it comes to my third child. Don't get me wrong, the whole bathroom thing still freaks me out. But the five second rule is totally in play. Stuff that would have been completely unacceptable the first time around I just laugh and shrug my shoulders at now. Am I more relaxed? Am I more lenient? Am I less OCD than I used to be? Or am I just tired? No one really knows for sure.
I mentioned that I had ADD. I'm only half kidding about that. I think if my parents had been willing to go down the medication path when I was in school, my teachers would have totally drugged me every day to shut me up. My mind tends to change directions at a moment's notice, which drives my husband completely crazy. His favorite thing to say to me is, "You're jumping stories again!" And I'm sad to say that at least one of my kids is exactly the same way! She runs a wheel off on a regular basis.
One of the perks of being married and having kids is that you have someone to point out any and all unusual things about yourself. You will be asked to consider everything from why you dress yourself in that order to why you squeeze the toothpaste tube a certain way.
I messed up years ago. I asked my husband to interview me to help get ready for a pageant. He pointed out that I made a clicking sound with my tongue every single time I started to answer a question. Annoying? Yes. Was I glad he pointed it out? Absolutely. But now he analyzes me all the time (in only the nicest way, of course.) As I obviously enjoy talking, now one of his hobbies is pointing out when I get stuck on a particular word. The other night he mentioned that I had used "Mommy's favorite word, "apparently!" So as I was opening my mouth to set him straight, one of my daughters perked up and said, "My favorite word is tortilla! Or cluck! I really can't decide." See, told you she was just like me.