Moralia

Every mother knows what “nesting” is; other people probably think I’m talking about birds. It’s the instinct that drives an expectant mother to get her house (“nest”) in order before the baby comes. Hence no blog post yesterday. Too many home repairs and improvements to arrange, too many baby clothes to sort and wash, too many lists to make of still more domestic projects.

I really love lists. I make them constantly, compulsively. I even keep paper and pencil in the little tray under my car radio so that I can make them at red lights. My husband already teases me about having OCD, but if he knew the extent of my listing compulsion (which he will now, since he reads the blog) he’d really think I was a clinical case.

The fact that all the mothers-to-be I’ve known engage in this sort of behavior is but one more of the myriad things I’ve discovered since becoming a mother that make me increasingly certain that there really are profound differences between the sexes…but more on this tomorrow. It’s past the bedtime of anyone who can count on being awakened very early by a 3-year-old announcing impatiently, “Mom, it’s morningtime!”