(Special note: This is a guest blog by my lovely wife. You'll notice one thing about this blog... I'm not mentioned once. Not once. That means, one of two things... I either didn't help at all or I'm being phased out. You decide. Without further ado... the blogging stylings of a mom-to-be. Seriously, not once?!?!)
“Martha Stewart has nothing on us.” That’s what I was told about mid way through 8 loads of baby laundry, closet organization and bathroom cabinet organization this past Sunday… mind you by this point I was zapped of virtually all energy and I was sitting in a chair in the middle of the baby’s room. In addition my somewhat swollen feet were now propped up on my giant red sit-up ball -- the swelling may have had something to do with the 4 inch heels I insisted on wearing to the baby shower the previous day but this is the first and last time you’ll hear me admit that. In fact forget I said it. They’re great shoes I love them.
The self issued challenge of the domestic goddess Martha Stewart began from the moment southwest flight 1843 landed Friday night. My mom arrived in Sacramento for a weekend visit, mainly for the purpose of coming to a baby shower – but we both knew there would be no leisurely weekend sipping coffee and chatting – there was serious work to be done. With 8 weeks to go until the due date, organization was the name of the game. To get the full perspective of what I was in for, it should be said that my mom and Mr. Clean may have been related in a past life. I, while neat and orderly in my own mind, have nothing on my mom.
Clean (Melissa), Cleaner (Melissa's Mom), Cleanest (Melissa's Grandma)
From the moment we woke up Saturday morning it was on! Appropriately colored bins were purchased for under the bathroom cabinet. Tags were removed and clothes of all sizes were sorted according to color to be properly washed with the $15 bottle of Dreft that we purchased (fyi – that’s the first and last bottle of Dreft we’re buying... scent free / dye free is all you need apparently. You can bet I won’t fall for that expensive scam again – I have shoes to buy after all!) Closets were organized and guest room blankets and pillows properly stored. Unnecessary items were discarded (my apologies to the trash collector this week – the bins are a bit heavier than usual!)
That's not Babies R Us. That's our dining room table.
Our massive dining room table became the staging area for baby clothes sorting. Everything was washed and properly folded according to size. We even got my cousin in on the action after the baby shower ended, she thought she was coming to visit for a few minutes, and we promptly put her to work. I’m thinking that after that, my grandparents can count her out for any more great-grandkids anytime soon.
In between the organization extravaganza I was told our laundry room was in need of a little “light cleaning”. I think that was my mom’s way of politely telling me she was horrified that the dust bunnies appeared to be multiplying before her eyes in the laundry room. She tackled that tiny space with excitement. Clorox wipes, mops and more bins for proper organization were used. She even found time to hang some paintings in there that we’d had sitting on the floor. I have to say, I’m highly impressed! Who knew a laundry room could look so nice? Hopefully I can work on keeping things looking that way – at least for a while.
By the time Sunday night rolled around we were both exhausted (or at least my mom pretended to be for my sake) but we accomplished a ton, and I feel much more prepared for April. And yes after seeing all we did in just 48 hours, she might be right, Martha Stewart has nothing on us – at least not when I’m in my 4 inch heels.
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