OCD tendencies

I have OCD tendencies.
Those of you who grew up with me or have lived with me will laugh, my clothes are ALWAYS on the floor.

I am one of those girls who can never find something to wear and has to pull out a trillion items (yes I have too many clothes) and never puts them back where she got them, they go on the bed or a chair or over the top of the hamper after I have found something and I "put them away later". And I hate doing dishes.

Other than that I have OCD tendencies in alot of aspects of my life, my closet (the things that are actually hung up) is color coded from red to purple, starting with the darkest of that shade and going to the lightest and then starting the next color...i.e. burgandy, red, dark pink, light pink. Dark orange and so on... Every hanger faces the same way and is the same white plastic hanger. The front of the shirt is always to the right side and each category of clothing has it's own color coding, long sleeve t- shirts from red to purple, short sleeve t- shirts from red to purple, dressier short sleeve shirts from red to purple. you get it.

I also love baskets, bins, buckets, containers, I love my stuff to have it's own spot, not just thrown on the shelf or in the cabinet under the sink. My husband can call me at work and say hey babe where is .____? and I can say under the sink in the guest bathroom to the right in the dark brown basket labeled _____. and he says "oh, thanks babe." I love to know where my stuff is and even when things are thrown about, I did it and remember that my keys are under the mail on the front table.....


As you can imagine packing is my arch nemesis. I had to move my stuff to a different room in my sorority house every semester and then out and in for summer both years I lived there, thats 6 moves, plus a year in the dorms, plus my house in college and my apartment. Not to mention going back and forth with a bag of my belongings every other thursday and weekend my entire childhood. Gotta love split custody. Thus,  I have moved ALOT but I have never felt quite so settled as I do in our apartment and it is killing me to pack up.

not only is this our first home together and we've had some great memories but there is double the stuff now and we have real furniture not just futons and a walmart formica desk ect. I am trying to be ahead of the game and pack for our move at the end of november but I am struggling hard core. The OCD woman inside me is saying, you are stupid why would you pull things off shelves and out of cabinets (that I am not using) and put them in a box in the middle of the spare bedroom floor. What if I NEED a pumpkin spice refill for my scentsy before we move and can't find the box I put the extras in, what If I run out of body wash and know I put a spare from my linen closet into a box already and now I can't find it.

I know this sounds so irrational but I'm going insane. And yes I have a list, every box is packed with like items, for example, picture frame box, craft box, wedding momentos box, trashbag full of throw pillows and each of those boxes/bags has a number on it. My list goes something like this
#1) linen closet upstairs- extra toiletries, extra hand towels
#2) office- wrapping paper and extra fabric, gift bows and tags
#3) kitchen- corningwear

I know that looking at box #3 marked kitchen/ corningwear goes in the kitchen and has our extra corningwear in it. but that doesn't help me.

I just can't justify throwing all of our throw blankets, sleeping bag, guest sheets, extra pillow cases, extra towels that are neatly folded above the washer and dryer into a trashbag in the extra bedroom and letting them sit there for a month. I know I don't need them but they are put in their place if I did. UGH I am debating whether to pack at the end of the month like a mad woman at the last minute so the disarray only lasts a few days instead of weeks or if I need a better system. I am not quite sure what else to pack that we don't use daily that I can handle being in the middle of the spare bedroom floor for 3 weeks.
Any tips are welcome.
I am rediculous. The End