Lately I’ve been doing some spring cleaning to get ready for this baby. Spring cleaning with a big dose of insanity.
Standing up on the step ladder to dust the top of my closet, I took breaks during contractions and worried that I wouldn’t feel ready if the baby came that day.
Doug tried to be supportive and encouraging about how the house didn’t need to be ready, but my response was, “Don’t try to give me the big picture. Just clean the bathroom!” I also made him paint a couple of walls. Nice, I know.
We emptied closets and moved furniture so I could dust the baseboards and vacuum.
Finally the wave of crazy passed, and I started crossing off things from my list without doing them. I looked around and realized that this is probably the cleanest my home will be for about the next twenty years. Because in real life, I mostly relate to when Sarah said,
Many times, at the end of the day, I wonder what the heck I even accomplished. This is mostly because I really only accomplish 5 different things….but I did each of those 5 things FIVE ZILLION TIMES.
Last time, Doug knew I was about to go into labor when I carried a bucket of soapy water to the parking garage so I could go wash his car by hand. I also made him clean out our apartment neighbor’s dryer lint pipe. Hopefully it won’t come to that this time.
I just looked over and realized that I no longer even bother to put the ice cream into a bowl, but now I’m eating it straight from the carton. Oh my word.