Control Freak.

Or I am just a freak, as I seem to have no control.

Which is not true, I really do.

I just feel like I don't.

Which is part of the whole sickness I guess.

Do I want things done around here, or do I want them done my way?

Because I can't have both.

See, I do have control. I can choose to accept how things are done by others, or do it myself. It's all up to me.

Though to be honest, I often do it because it won't get done otherwise, perfectly or imperfectly. Which leads to the ensuing resentment. Which contributes to the criticism that occurs when it does get done, but not how I would do it.

So I have to choose.

Which is ironic, since you would think a control would want to choose, not have to choose.

I guess the choice is plain to see. Otherwise I end up with a family who never does anything because they fear they will not do it right. Also because they are a little lazy. And when I say they, I mean we.

I take full responsibility. I am a control freak.

Also, I blame others.

Joke-
"Knock, Knock!"
"Who's there?"
"Control freak. Now you say 'control freak who?'"