If you were to ask Reese (or any past roommates) what my living habits are like on a day-to-day basis, a common adjective would probably be anal. (I’m not big on this word, but it fits.) Obsessive would also fit. And the most important: I am the self-proclaimed Dish Nazi.
Although I’ve never been officially diagnosed with any sort of A.D.D. or O.C.D. or A.D.H.D., I can definitely attest my living behaviors are O.D.D. HA! See what I did there? I am perfectly content with leaving laundry in the dryer for 2 weeks, but if a spoon sits in the sink for 45 minutes I may lose my mind. Can’t. Deal.
I think it’s because since my brain is always going 1,00,000 miles per minute, I like to keep things orderly and neat on the outside…because I can’t tame the mess that is my brain if my work space isn’t tidy. And for the days I work from the house – I literally can not focus on anything that has to do with any kind of money-making task until the kitchen is clean, the blankets are folded, and the bed is covered with all 8 pillows in their correct place. And the throw at the end of the bed has to be folded properly and the rug should be lined up evenly with the floor cracks.
I think Reese has legit been concerned about what this “nesting” thing was going to mean for our home. Would I continue on with my early-morning-kitchen-cleaning-sprees? Would I still allow the dogs to come inside even though June’s whiskers are usually covered in cow turd and Olive has a butt juice issue? Would I poke 14 holes into the new walls trying to hang things up?
In actuality, I’ve only gone a little crazy. I’ve started making freezer meals and smoothie bags for after the baby is born (because if Reese has anything to do with the cooking we will be eating fried everything), washed the baby clothes we’ve gotten, organized what I could for the nursery, actually painted a buffet and made it into a changing table (there were several doubts about this because my DIY to-do list generally lays unscathed), washed out the garage, and spent entirely too much time and energy trying to assemble some baby equipment (I don’t know why they think pregnant people have the brainpower it takes to put all of that dumb stuff together).
I don’t think I’ve gotten any more scary, but tempermental…wellllll that’s a little different. I’ve gone into the mindset that I only care about my baby so I have less feelings and empathy towards other things. Mom said because of this I’ve been taken out of the running to pick her nursing home in the future; apparently Reese is currently in the top running (Because she claims her own blood children are “too cheap”. Can’t argue with that.)
We still have a few weeks to go so I’m sure after our showers and we have all of the things, I will go into full-blown Betty homemaker. Luckily, this baby will be here in the midst of hay season, so when I’m going crazy and trying to clean and organize everything, Reese can go hide in the tractor. God must have done that on purpose. 😉
It’s. So. Close.
P.S. HAPPY WEDDING DAY BRIAN & DARCY!