I'm a girl of routine. I like things a certain way, in a certain order. Some would call this slight OCD, I just say I'm particular.
Last night as I was brushing my teeth before climbing into bed, Richie was standing in the doorway to our bathroom just watching me. I looked up and said "whaa?" (I had a mouth full of toothpaste bubbles). He just laughed and said "nothing." I knew that it was more than nothing. He was watching my weird tooth brushing routine. I do it the same way, every time, mornng and night. To me, it's not weird. It's thorough. I twist my head and my brush in every direction until I can be sure that each tooth has been scrubbed. And then, I brush my tongue. This is where Richie laughs. I guess it looks funny the way that I do it....but that's just the way it goes. And don't expect me to change any time soon, cause it ain't happenin'.
But aside from the tooth brushing thing, I shower in a particular order as well. Wet the hair, wash the face (I'm using a new cleanser, I'm still in the trial phase with it and still unsure if I like it), wash the hair, condition hair and leave it in while I wash and shave, then clean the ears and face again and then rinse the conditioner out. Order, see? If one step gets skipped, I feel off. All day.
Today I'm off.
I got Kinley down for her nap at about 10:30 and then switched over the laundry, put some clothes away and then jumped into the shower. I was on the face washing part (the first time) and I hear her screaming over the monitor. Ugh. Pit in your stomach. That is the *one time* that you don't want to hear the screams of your baby--in the shower. I thought to myself that surely she'll put herself back to sleep. But no. She just gets louder and more upset. I begin to panic. I *know* that nothing is wrong but all of the what-ifs come flying at me. What if she has diarrhea and has a mess in her crib? What if she got sick? What if she had a bad dream? What if she lost her pacifier? What if she heard a scary sound? What if someone broke into our house and is lurking in the hallways and she saw them? Okay, so that last one is a bit far fetched....but it did cross my mind. I was in a panic, remember?
So I put things on high speed. Shave my armpits, wash super fast, skip the shaving and rinse my hair super fast. I jumped out and towel dried as fast as I could and took off running down the hall.
Ahhhhh, she was just laying back down to sleep. Grrrr. Had I just given her a few more minutes.....
Of course when she saw me come flying in to her room ready to fight off whatever it was that woke her, she started the ma-ma-ma-ma thing which made we swoop her into my arms and immediately drop the towel so that she could nurse.
Ten minutes later, I laid her back down to sleep.
I walked back to my room and got dressed knowing that the rest of my day will be off because I have stubble on my legs. Ick.
That's the life of a mom, I tell ya!