April 28, 2003

Animal Instinct

A quick one before bed.

I just went to the master bedroom to get ready for bed, when - at 10:30pm on a Monday night - I came across my wife standing in the shower scrubbing away any and all traces of soap scum. Mind you, she's cleaned the shower before, but not with as much energy and determination as I witnessed mere moments ago - even more strange considering her energy was pretty well sapped but two hours ago.

Ah, the miracle of nesting.

I should have seen it coming sooner, I suppose. She's been lamenting the sorry state of some of our bath towels for the first time in six years. She's continually making adjustments to the collection of items she has packed for the hospital. She's folded and organized every piece of clothing and hardware in the nursery. She even cleaned the inside of the microwave this evening without a bit of encouragement from me.*

If only I could bottle this urge without having to go through the whole pregnancy thing, I'd be rich. Or at least living in a spotless house.

It's almost scary. Good thing this is all almost over (aside from the 18-21 years of dependence to follow).

* Which is not to imply that we would put the baby in the microwave at any time, even though cooking small children and puppies is something "conservatives" like to do as a hobby.