I have control issues

Ok I admit it, I have control issues. I need to know things, I need to be in the loop with decisions. Heck I make most of the decisions, but mostly I need to have order. Not strict in your face order, but things need to stay the way I put them. Yeah I know it's bordering on an OCD thing, but really I KNOW I am not alone in this issue. Of course the oldest of our last sibling set used to rearrange things whichever way SHE thought they should be, I understand that crazy, but so yeah needless to say, it kinda bugged me a bit when she did it, because usually it was my stuff she rearranged.

However, a peek into the crazy that was my weekend. We have a guest suite downstairs, complete with it's own bathroom. I always wanted an Americana room decor and figured the guest room would be perfect for it. <- click for the pics. When we were approached to host an exchange student, the guest room downstairs was the only one available. At the time he came we still had the 3 girls who each had one of the rooms in our "pod". The "pod" is made up of 3 identical rooms and shares a bathroom, whereas every other room in the house has it's own. (There are 6 total)

Our other guest suite, is the upstairs room that was being saved for our adopted daughter. Currently that is "I"'s room and I really really hope it stays that way.

Anyway, let's just say I relocated our Host Son upstairs to one of the rooms in the "pod". Why? Because I am crazy and almost flipped my lid.

It's been a bone of contention between him and I lately about the room being messy constantly. It started to smell and things that were brand new had sticky, I don't know what on them. This was enough to cause daily stress, because my nice things, that I had waited to buy, were, in my mind, being disrepected of sorts. But then he went and broke my crazy wide open. He rearranged everything. Everything was pushed up against one wall and squished together. My nicely put together room was CHANGED!

So after a fretful night and probably breaking the kids heart, I told him that he needed to change rooms today. He was a bit shocked by my reaction. Really change the room? Anyway, I told him he could go upstairs and pick whichever room he wanted from the "pod" and it would be HIS room to do with what he wished! I think at first he thought it was a punishment or something. But really it was just a solution to keeping me happy and giving him the opportunity to make his room feel more like home.

And as I finally put it. Family sleeps upstairs, he is no longer a guest. For 6 more months he is here he might as well feel at home. And he won't be ruining the room anymore... <- see I'm crazy :-P