I have to make the beds everyday. I know that some people think “why bother, I’m just going to get in it again and mess it up”. Here’s the weird thing about me - Even when I’m sleeping, I have to make sure the comforter and sheet are smooth. Basically, I like to sleep in a made bed. Sometimes I make the bed while my husband is still sleeping in it. That way, he can just wake up, flip the covers over and then flip them back in place. Voila, right? That’s not strange, is it? Am I alone on this? Hello? Anyone?
I hate the sight of a messy, unmade bed, although I did read an article about dust mites and how it is sometimes good to leave a bed unmade so that the sheets and mattress have room to breathe. Dust mites. BLEEH. When I pass a room and peek in, I don’t like to see anything out of place. The beds should be made, the blinds should be straight and the toys should be put away or lined up. Now, I am not white glove clean, but it drives me crazy if things are not at least somewhat tidy.
The other day, I went into my daughter’s room and noticed she had successfully attempted to make her own bed. I didn’t even have to ask her to do it. I can’t tell you how proud that made me. Forget learning how to read, my kid can make her own bed!
Both kids are down for their naps. I know I should nap but I don’t really feel like it. Actually, I don’t feel like doing anything. I don’t want to cook, I don’t want to clean, I don’t want to nap. I think I’ve entered that stage of pregnancy where I am just eager to get to the end. This pregnancy has been much more difficult than my previous two. I am already aching and tired. I have horrible acid indigestion. My pants are getting tighter by the day. The pants part disturbs me only because um, they are sweat pants.
I wonder about this baby. I wonder how he/she will be accepted by my two children. I already feel like I give more attention to my older girl than the boy. He’s had such the second child shaft. Luckily, he’s a relatively easy going and happy kid, so he probably doesn’t even notice. Also, I’m a middle child and I turned out fine. Heh. Sure…
We’ve been contemplating when to start preschool for E. She turns 4 this fall and I know she’s ready and could use some time outside the house with other children. I’m just not sure if I’m ready. I feel like I just got the opportunity to quit my job and spend these formative years with them. I know preschool is only 3 hours a day, twice a week but just the thought that she’d be away from me for that time makes me a little sad. Now, I’m sure I’ll feel differently when I have three kids to worry about day in and day out, but right now I like having her home with me. She’s like my little assistant - she gets the diapers when it’s time to change O, loves to help me in the kitchen and just keeps me company with her constant chatter and laughter. Also, the kids play really well together most of the time so it allows me to just sit back and relax once in a while.
However, on the flip side I do see the need to spend some quality alone time with O. Once in a while he’ll wake up from his nap earlier than his sister and so we get some quiet time to ourselves. I sit back and observe how much he enjoys just having my full atention on him rather than sharing the spotlight with his sister. I don’t think he really minds because he just adores his big sister, but it nice to have that bonding time without someone else jostling for my attention. He is definitely the less jealous of the two… so far.
