I remember telling my wife how crappy the water pressure was in our new house, I had to always flush the toilet twice. Even then I had panic moments where she would need to get something from upstairs, and I would tell her to hang on for a sec, run up to make sure I had flushed. The mental stress of keeping track of every hidden tin, counting, making sure, the spitters, etc... After 5 weeks, it's amazing to not worry about my wife looking in my car for a kids lost croc, or not worrying about one of my kids looking in my work bag and worrying they will find the hidden tin.
Welcome, ATL-Ninja. You've joined a great club of quitters.