Osamu has been "helping" me with morning bed-making recently.
I love to make the beds in the morning. Eri doesn't get it. She's perfectly content to crawl into a bed at night that is exactly as she left it in the morning. I can't do that. For several reasons. The main reason, I think, is that making my bed (and in my case also making the boys' beds while they're still too little to do it themselves) signals to my mind that I have completed the first of many tasks for the day.
Plus the house looks and feels nice. I like walking past the bedroom and seeing a made bed at 2 in the afternoon. It gives me a feeling of pleasure living in a house where the beds are made.
Eri told me that when I'm away on business trips or whatnot she doesn't make the beds. I think she just told me that because she knew it would make me crazy. Touché.
At any rate Osamu loves it when I toss papa and mama's big fluffy comforter and fuzzy blanket on the bedroom floor so I can properly fix the bed up nicely. He does a backwards dive into it and giggles like crazy.
I'm like the dad from Finding Nemo sometimes, though. I worry too much. I constantly think the boys are gonna crack their heads against the window sill and I have to restrain myself, mostly unsuccessfully, from telling them to be careful.
I tell myself nearly daily that I have to stop telling the boys to be careful. Little boys shouldn't be careful. They should be carefree. Once they become self-aware enough they can be careful. I gotta protect them from cracking their heads and all the other stuff, but I also need to protect them from my psychological stress by knocking it off with the be careful talk.
If there's one time in your life when it's okay to not be careful and to explore and not worry about needless things it's when you're four and you're on an adventure with your brother who's six. Your mom and dad can be careful for you.
My bottle of Angostura Bitters that I bought 11 years ago officially ran out tonight. I've made many Old Fashioneds with that. The dilemma now... buy another bottle? If I keep the same pace of drinking Old Fashioneds the next one will run out when I'm nearly 60 years old.
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