So, it has officially happened. I got out of my nice, warm, comfy bed at 1 in the morning to clean in the baby’s room.
I know- unbelievable.
I laid in the bed for over an hour listening to Robert snore, trying to fight the urge to get up, but it was just too strong. I felt like I had just chugged multiple venti frappuccinos and every part of my body was saying- “Must get up and do baby laundry right now!”
It was a bit ridiculous. But, I got up and went into the baby’s room and sorted through blankets and bibs and burp cloths, and cut off tags and started laundry. After a few hours, I felt like I had accomplished something and trekked back to bed. Robert never knew I was gone.
So, now we just sit and wait for the baby to decide he is ready to come and play with all of his freshly laundered duds!
I think he is waiting for warmer weather.