People, I actually ironed a tablecloth today. I was completely unrecognizable to myself as I was doing it, but it was so satisfying. Does this qualify as nesting or insanity?
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2 comments:
I have had to fight the urge to iron sheets. I cannot stand how the top and bottom ends of flat sheets get wrinkled; it makes them impossible to fold neatly.
I have witnessed this lovely blogger doing all sorts of things, but never, never have I seen her come close to an iron. It's not an impossiblility, merely an improbability. But definately out of character, way-way out. From my unique perspective as a father who's twice successfully baby-nested with reckless abandon, and a healthcare professional specializing in mental health, I do understand that when it comes to insanity, there is no 'black and white', merely grey...And that nesting can bring soon-to-be parents well into medium grey. And my gut reaction to the question posed, "Does this qualify as nesting or insanity?": yeah, sure, both, as a matter of opinion. But don't worry, naw, it's all within normal limits, it's just fine, it rates right up there with pickles and ice cream. Dish it up and enjoy.
~Uncle Booger
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