See, I lurve being in control.
I’m incredibly bossy. And I know the right way to do just about everything. Just ask me, I’ll tell you.
Here’s the problem. I’m going to be having a baby, like soon, and there are going to be people in my house. They are going to be here to help. I’m not sure as to how I’m going to relinquish control.
Although, I’ve confessed about my weak housekeeping skills, I am actually quite particular about how my home is organized.
Here’s just a wee glimmer into my sick mind.
I’m very picky about how my laundry is folded. I have a specific way that I like for my T-shirts to be folded because they fit better in my closet when folded correctly. There is a right way for my dish towels to be folded, if they’re not they won’t fit in the drawer.
I hate when other people put my dishes away. Tupperware, pots and pans must be properly nested or they won’t fit in their designated spaces. There are VERY SPECIFIC locations for most of the kitchen items due to the fact that there is very little room and everything has it’s place in order for it to fit.
It drives me absolutely insane when people use my decent dish towels to clean up gross, icky messes. I have towels especially for these types of tasks. USE THEM!
I like for my pantry to be organized. Not Sleeping With the Enemy organized, but there is a place for everything. Cans belong on one shelf (actually on two different shelves to help evenly distribute the weight). Boxed items belong on another shelf. Things that are associated with baking have their own area. Paper and plastic items belong on the top shelf. The floor of the pantry houses the crock pot, toaster oven, iced-tea maker, paper towels, and wine. These must be placed in a certain pattern or the door won’t shut.
When making the bed, I like for a certain amount of the blanket and sheet to hang over the foot of the bed so that it will tuck in properly.
I like for my bath towels to be folded in just the right way, which is my way.
Peanut’s clothes are organized by size. There are several items of clothing in his drawers that don’t fit him yet. They are in the back of the drawer. Current clothing is in the front of the drawer.
There is only one sippy cup that I allow Peanut to have while riding in the car. And only milk is allowed in the car. I don’t need to be searching for mystery odors as a result of a funky, chunky forgotten milk cup.
I’m very, very sick. I know. How do I give up these ridiculous control issues? When this baby is born, not only am I going to have to deal with my “issues”, I’m going to be wacko from all the hormones. I’m apt to go ape shit over some pretty petty stuff. There are going to be lots of visitors whose sole purpose is to help. I’m already grateful. I just hope that I can let go. Let the dish towels run amok. Allow Peanut to wear clothes that are too big. Sleep in a improperly made bed. Sorry, I can’t help it.