Who’s got two thumbs, a baby and is Type-A?
I wouldn’t say my case of Type-A-ness is super serious but I like having a plan. I LOVE making lists. Seriously, is there a better feeling in the world than making a big fat check next to an item on your to-do list? Confession: sometimes I write something on my list that I’ve already done just so I can check it off. Yep, nerd alert.
I feel better and more calm if I have an organized work surface. A clean kitchen counter and a freshly vacuumed carpet are my love language. Seeing those little mower lines on the rug makes my hear go pitter-patter. I can’t think about enjoying my evening on the couch until I have the dinner dishes done. Please tell me I’m not alone?
These things are still important to me, but I’m not running on Merfett time anymore. I’m on baby time. Merfbaby time.
I still desire to keep our home looking less like a war-zone and more like it can be safely inhabited by humans, but it happens at a slower pace than it used to.
Baby time is all the time. All the time is baby time.
Naps become sacred. Evening’s when Merfman is home for dinner are celebrated, and for many reasons. I’ve learned to become even more efficient with my time. Didn’t think it was possible, but it is!
I’m sure many new Mama’s will say that a clean floor is low on the list of priorities when you’re holding a grinning baby. They speak truth.
I’ll never get THIS day with my baby again. It’ll be over all too soon.
In a few short months he’ll want less of me and more of the world. So, why should I be consumed with the world now? The floor will keep, the dishes aren’t going anywhere, the laundry will get done…if not we can always pull my favorite move from college and wear bathing suit bottoms, right?
Set your clocks for baby time, it’ll be short but sweet.