our clean bed with a clean dog (minnie just got a bath that night)I don't know who I'M turning into??
You know how as you get older the more you start to realize how much like your mother you really are. No matter what you do or how you try to hide it it sneaks up on you, in the middle of the night while your laying wide a wake and cant figure out why your not asleep. Then you remember its from your mother, who would go to sleep for three hours and then about 1:30 am you would here her up in the sewing room sewing away. Well, 7 years (or so ) later what do I do? I do my laundry at night because I know will be up through out the night and I can do it then because I don't have time during the day.
Then the other day as i was doing laundry I wondered "Humm what would my sheets feel like if I ironed them??" and if any of you don't know me I DON'T iron. So I ironed them and put them on the bed and WOW I don't know if it was all in my head or what but for some reason I just enjoyed them so much more. And last night I couldn't go to sleep until I had picked up our room and taken the dirty close down and put all the clean ones a way. Josh kept trying to get me to lay down but all I could think was "nope I got to get this done or it wont ever get done."
Then I remember reading in the book FOR WOMEN ONLY as it talked about the many different windows women constantly have open and I realized that cleaning up was becoming one of those windows that will not close until I have completed it.
In some ways I am very thankful for this new neat freak deformity, but in other ways I hope I don't turn into one of those women who have there house so clean you can't even walk in the door with out taking of your shoes and putting on special booties.
I call it a deformity for this reason, relating back to the story of my mother, neither one of my parents are neat tidy people. My dad likes to have things clean but if there not its no worry to him and my mom is no where near being a overly tidy person. So where do I get it from????
You know how as you get older the more you start to realize how much like your mother you really are. No matter what you do or how you try to hide it it sneaks up on you, in the middle of the night while your laying wide a wake and cant figure out why your not asleep. Then you remember its from your mother, who would go to sleep for three hours and then about 1:30 am you would here her up in the sewing room sewing away. Well, 7 years (or so ) later what do I do? I do my laundry at night because I know will be up through out the night and I can do it then because I don't have time during the day.
Then the other day as i was doing laundry I wondered "Humm what would my sheets feel like if I ironed them??" and if any of you don't know me I DON'T iron. So I ironed them and put them on the bed and WOW I don't know if it was all in my head or what but for some reason I just enjoyed them so much more. And last night I couldn't go to sleep until I had picked up our room and taken the dirty close down and put all the clean ones a way. Josh kept trying to get me to lay down but all I could think was "nope I got to get this done or it wont ever get done."
Then I remember reading in the book FOR WOMEN ONLY as it talked about the many different windows women constantly have open and I realized that cleaning up was becoming one of those windows that will not close until I have completed it.
In some ways I am very thankful for this new neat freak deformity, but in other ways I hope I don't turn into one of those women who have there house so clean you can't even walk in the door with out taking of your shoes and putting on special booties.
I call it a deformity for this reason, relating back to the story of my mother, neither one of my parents are neat tidy people. My dad likes to have things clean but if there not its no worry to him and my mom is no where near being a overly tidy person. So where do I get it from????
1 comment:
You must get it from me. LOL! Of course, I do NOT iron and I will NEVER iron my sheets. I can, however, appreciate how nice they must be...
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