OCD overload

Oh, what a day! Yes, it's good because God is good and has given me this day. When it comes to OCD though it's been challenging. I am babysitting as I usually do. My nephew is four. We went outside to play today and were not out there very long because he stepped in some unknown substance. There is something all over the road in our cul-du-sac. I asked the neighbor if they knew what it was and they think it's motor oil. Someone put kitty litter on it but I don't know what happened because there is a stream that covers the road. There's an area with the kitty litter on it that turned into this thick nasty creamy substance. My nephew of all places decided to walk through the middle of it with his toy car we have for him. The wheels got covered and so did his shoes. It somehow got on his legs too. I went inside and got on a pair of latex gloves and came out and took off his shoes and put them in a plastic bag and took off his socks. I got papertowels with soapy water to clean off his legs. He managed to get some on his shorts so I had to change those. My OCD was high. It's like at that moment I want to start swearing and I don't swear. I feel so angry and overwhelmed in the height of the OCD moment. I don't do anything to show my anger but just feel this overwheming feeling of just wanting to run and quit and escape.
I'm feeling better now, but I still have that "on edge" feeling. It's that feeling where I could sure use a clonazapam but I haven't taken those for quite a while now. I don't want to if I can help it.
So goes it, this day in the life with OCD.

You might not understand me because I have OCD

OCD
What is this weird thing?  It's such a crazy thing. As I write I am wearing latex gloves. Why am I wearing gloves? I am because I went to buy some supplies at the fabric store and I think the person who rang up my items was a man dressed as a women. I noticed earlier because he/she sounded like a man. I looked at the name tag and it said Sam. Oh great, it must be a man. Now, I have this bag of fabric and thread sitting in my car that I want to return. I spent about an hour and a half choosing them. I probably wouldn't have even bought them if I knew he/she was going to ring me up. The cashier that was ringing people up asked me if I minded if he/she rang me up. What am I supposed to say? No. I don't think they would like that. I'm just disappointed. I don't think most people would notice or even care but because I have OCD I do. I care and it does bother me.