As I prepare for baby #2, I can’t help but wonder where I would be without pen and paper.
I have my list for the items to go in the hospital bag. I have a list for A’s bag to go to grandma’s, and consequently a list of “remember this” for my mom when she has A. I have a list of meals I want to make ahead of time to freeze before the baby comes. I have a list of things for C to remember to do when we are at the hospital (i.e. remember to call and cancel A’s therapies).
Hell. I even started a list for our family vacation which isn’t even until 4 months after the baby is born.
In some ways, I am a bit OCD. This is one of those ways.
Some people can fly by the seat of their pants. And I admire these people. Just the thought of doing such a thing makes my blood pressure sky rocket.
I’m sure A will be fine with her Nana and Pop for a few days. She’s stayed overnight a few times already and always seems to have a grand old time. But what if?
I’m sure it won’t matter if we forget to bring a toothbrush for one of us to the hospital. But then, we’d have to use the hospital grade freebies, and y’all…. they’re TERRIBLE.
I think this time around, it seems so much more daunting, because not only do I have to prepare myself, my husband, my daughter, my dog, and then prepare for the new little guy to come home, but this time? This time I will be bringing another little one into an already busy household. But it’s a challenge I am willing accepting.
Things need to be orderly. I need to have a game plan. I can’t just lay around and sleep all day this time, like I did when we brought A home. This time? This time there are even more wrenches thrown into the toolbox.
I like order. I don’t mind the endless lists. But don’t mess with my plan. And don’t you dare steal my lists.
It’s my thing. Some people run marathons. I run a household. And I’m pretty damn good at it, thank-you-very-much.
❤ (the overly-organized-obsessively-compulsive-Type A) Erin