Dare I say, it plagues every woman?
Without a psychology degree, I'd be putting myself out there.
Still...
Most women I know are crazed by the need to make order of something with some regularity; for the sake of political politeness, may I suggest, perhaps monthly?
And this shall prove my point: My daughter came to me after several hours of what I'm sure (based on personal experience) led to multiple rabbit trails, with a gift. It seems, in addition to the organization that took place in her room, she thought her mother might benefit from her hand-me-downs.
Wow.
Surreal.
Here's why: Said daughter is taller (be it an inch or two... okay maybe three or more) than her mother (she's twelve!). Can you tell this is slightly disturbing for one said mother? In Short (no pun intended), her pants were Too Short, so she graciously offered to pass them on to her Short mama.
I don't like it.
This episode, be it ever so trivial, is not on my list of favorite enriching experiences in parenting. And yet, if this is the least of the discomfort this leg of the journey, I think I can be okay with that.
Be warned... while nesting is/can be a significant sign of the plague that's to come, and while much comfort comes in the manipulation and control of one's personal space, after today, I'm quite certain being the benefactor of another's purging has it's pluses and minuses.
And ladies, bad things can happen on the rabbit trail :]
