Sunday, January 22, 2006
Quirky. Who me?
More and more, Chloe's personality seems to be coming out. So far, she is stubborn (like her mother), yet generally happy and laid back (like her father).
Martin and I were talking the other day about this, and we got onto the subject of the traits that we hope she doesn't get. Martin commented that I am quirky. Quirky? Me? Apparently, I have more than my share of quirks. After a very funny conversation, wherein Martin gave examples of said quirks, I have to concede: He may be right. In no particular order...
1. I change my socks before getting into bed. Every night. Even on summer nights when it is so hot that I go to bed without wearing anything else. Except socks. I ALWAYS have a pair of clean socks on. I can't sleep without them.
2. On a similar note, on the days when I clean the sheets, I prefer that we both shower prior to getting into bed. Who wants to dirty up freshly clean sheets!
3. I am afraid to look in the mirror at night, when the lights are off. Didn't anyone else play "Bloody Mary" at slumber parties as a child?
4. I am unable to put a new roll of toilet paper on the spinny thing. I just set it on top. Recently, there was a line up of at least 5 empty toilet rolls on the window sill in our bathroom, and an empty roll on the spinny thing. A new roll was sitting on top of the spinny thing.
5. I only like to make one trip. For example, at the grocery store, I'd rather carry 50 lbs of groceries from the store to the car and feel like my hand is going to fall off than take the cart to the car. I don't want to make the extra trip to return the cart. Same goes at home...I pile things on the stairs so I only have to make one trip going up or down. I'll balance three baskets of laundry precariously and hurt my back before taking each one up separately...Usually this ends up with my dropping things and getting angry about it or hurting myself. Or both.
6. My keys, and my license. I must know where they are each night before bed. I can't go to sleep if I haven't made sure they are both in their places. Can we say obsessive compulsive?
7. I have an order to eating my dinner. I eat all of the thing I like the least first. Then, the thing I like the second least. I always save the best for last. Sometimes this back fires if we have something really good, like, say, Martin's roasted potatoes. Then he eats his first and tries to steal mine. Not fair.
8. "There is poop everywhere". This is an oft uttered phrase in our house. I am paranoid that Maverick will bring poop in the house from the dog park or backyard, and track it all over the house. Yuck.
9. Bathtubs are yucky. I will not take a bath in a tub that was in a house, apartment, etc before I moved in. It doesn't matter what super strong bleach filled cleanser is used. I won't do it. I have lived here for almost two years, and have not taken a bath (don't worry, I do shower at least once a day). I love baths, but I won't take one until we either have the tub refinished or replaced.
OK, you get the idea. Martin also says I eat my oreo cookies weird. I open them up, take the insides out, eat the outsides, and then eat the stack of insides. I maintain that this is not a quirk. I believe this is simply an Oreo archetype. Feel free to weigh in on this one.
Of course, Martin is not immune to this. He has quirks too. Like, well...I am sure I'll think of something.
Martin and I were talking the other day about this, and we got onto the subject of the traits that we hope she doesn't get. Martin commented that I am quirky. Quirky? Me? Apparently, I have more than my share of quirks. After a very funny conversation, wherein Martin gave examples of said quirks, I have to concede: He may be right. In no particular order...
1. I change my socks before getting into bed. Every night. Even on summer nights when it is so hot that I go to bed without wearing anything else. Except socks. I ALWAYS have a pair of clean socks on. I can't sleep without them.
2. On a similar note, on the days when I clean the sheets, I prefer that we both shower prior to getting into bed. Who wants to dirty up freshly clean sheets!
3. I am afraid to look in the mirror at night, when the lights are off. Didn't anyone else play "Bloody Mary" at slumber parties as a child?
4. I am unable to put a new roll of toilet paper on the spinny thing. I just set it on top. Recently, there was a line up of at least 5 empty toilet rolls on the window sill in our bathroom, and an empty roll on the spinny thing. A new roll was sitting on top of the spinny thing.
5. I only like to make one trip. For example, at the grocery store, I'd rather carry 50 lbs of groceries from the store to the car and feel like my hand is going to fall off than take the cart to the car. I don't want to make the extra trip to return the cart. Same goes at home...I pile things on the stairs so I only have to make one trip going up or down. I'll balance three baskets of laundry precariously and hurt my back before taking each one up separately...Usually this ends up with my dropping things and getting angry about it or hurting myself. Or both.
6. My keys, and my license. I must know where they are each night before bed. I can't go to sleep if I haven't made sure they are both in their places. Can we say obsessive compulsive?
7. I have an order to eating my dinner. I eat all of the thing I like the least first. Then, the thing I like the second least. I always save the best for last. Sometimes this back fires if we have something really good, like, say, Martin's roasted potatoes. Then he eats his first and tries to steal mine. Not fair.
8. "There is poop everywhere". This is an oft uttered phrase in our house. I am paranoid that Maverick will bring poop in the house from the dog park or backyard, and track it all over the house. Yuck.
9. Bathtubs are yucky. I will not take a bath in a tub that was in a house, apartment, etc before I moved in. It doesn't matter what super strong bleach filled cleanser is used. I won't do it. I have lived here for almost two years, and have not taken a bath (don't worry, I do shower at least once a day). I love baths, but I won't take one until we either have the tub refinished or replaced.
OK, you get the idea. Martin also says I eat my oreo cookies weird. I open them up, take the insides out, eat the outsides, and then eat the stack of insides. I maintain that this is not a quirk. I believe this is simply an Oreo archetype. Feel free to weigh in on this one.
Of course, Martin is not immune to this. He has quirks too. Like, well...I am sure I'll think of something.
