Mskey said:He tries his damndest but I am one of those unforgiveable people who can't let crap slide and has to go back and do it over if it's not done " right". It makes it hard to do for me when you know I'm going to probably go behind you and redo it. I know it's made him slow to pitch in more then he does and I'm trying to work on not being quite so damned anal but it doesn't change overnight.
Oh, but it can change overnight. I used to be extremely anal and had to have everything in my house perfect. My husband (fiance at the time) couldn't do anything good enough for me, so he wasn't even allowed to fold the towels because he couldn't do it "right"--think of me as a slightly less severe version of that Roshelle chick, for those of you who watch Oprah.
Then we got married, and on the way home from our honeymoon I began feeling dizzy and nauseaous and started having vision problems. By the time we arrived at our house, I could barely move. Several doctors visits, two trips to the emergency room and a week of wondering whether I was going to live or die later, I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, a chronic disease where my body attacks its own central nervous system.
For seven months I laid on the couch practically blind and so nauseaous that I couldn't move, and when I finally recovered from my attack I realized that I had wasted way too much time and energy on trying to make things perfect instead of really enjoying my life. Now I am more than happy and grateful for the help my husband gives me around here, and I don't even complain when he folds the towels the "wrong" way. If the old me saw what a lived-in mess my house usually is nowadays, she would probably have a heart attack, but I can honestly say that I am a much happier person now.
It really can take overnight--a bad car accident, a sudden death, a major illness--for someone's anal ways to change. Please don't let it come to this before you see that trying to have everything perfect isn't worth the price you, and your family, are paying.
And yes, it does affect your entire family. My ex-husband had horribly low self-esteem, mainly because his parents redid every single chore he tried to do throughout his entire childhood. They inadvertently sent him the message that his efforts had no value, that no matter how hard he tried he would never be good enough. So what did he do? He quit trying. He was a wonderful artist who ended up working as a grocery store stock clerk because he was too afraid to take the chance on his dream.
Just some things to think about from someone who has been there. I believe Phoenix Stone put it best when she said, "I bet your daughter would rather have a happy, relaxed mommy than the prettiest valentine box in the class."
Good luck and God Bless.