Things newborn twins care about:

• Milk on demand
• Dry diapers
• Feeling secure, either through swaddling or being held
• Lack of scratchy tags/edges on clothing
• White noise

Things my hormonal body is telling me newborn twins care about:

• The way the boxes stack up on the top shelf of our closet.  I can’t get a top on the box of The Bean’s rockets, and they’re just sticking out.  EVERYWHERE.
• Dirty baseboards.  ERMAGEHRD.  They’re past the point of being able to wash them.  They all need to be painted.  Immediately.
• The back of my bedroom door.  It’s filthy. I should probably paint that, too.
• While I’m painting, I should finish painting my bedroom… oooh, I should probably get some chalk paint and repaint the secondhand furniture in my room.

  

• The organization of The Bean’s clothes in his closet drawers.  It’s completely illogical.
• The organization of everyone’s clothing in everyone’s drawers.  Also, the corners of the inside edges of some of the dresser drawers need vacuuming. Obviously, the only recourse is to completely empty everything, clean the drawers, refold everything in a logical order, and then tape labels on the outsides of the drawers.
  • Note: The tiny, logical portion of my brain that’s still functioning realizes how ridiculously pointless and exhausting this would be, so I haven’t actually done it…. well, except for the labeling.  I’m probably gonna give in to the urge to label.
• The basement – it needs to be completely emptied, completely reorganized, swept and vacuumed.
  • Note:  MY FAMILY IS AMAZING.  They actually did this for me.  I love them so much.
• The pantry is not organized.  At all.  Neither are my bookshelves.  THE TWINS NEED ORGANIZED BOOKSHELVES.  Maybe I could label them somehow?

It goes on.  And on.  And on.  I know the twins don’t care about this stuff – in fact, it’ll probably do them more harm than good for me to exhaust myself and then sit around sniffing paint fumes, but the urge is still there.  I also from previous experience that a week after the birth I’m not gonna notice the baseboards, ever again…. but man, it’s hard to ignore the urge.

In case you are ever curious what it feels like to be a nesting pregnant woman, it’s JUST like this commercial.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get out of the house so the baseboards will quit mumbling at me.