Let's say I'm sitting in the living room and there's a random cabinet door that's been left open in the kitchen - I must get up and go close it. Even if I can no longer see it from my vantage point once seated, I can't handle knowing it's open.
Similarly, we have a sound bar for the TV. Its optimum volume happens to exist at different levels for DVDs versus cable versus an iPad etc. If the cable remote volume is all the way up to 25 (the max), I need to adjust the sound bar so that the perfect volume is actually at 12 (roughly half).
I don't know why, but I cannot enjoy my show knowing that I am at an audibility limit. I know it sounds strange, but it's the truth.
They say (not sure who "they" is, but it sounds about right) we all have a little obsessive-compulsive disorder in us, right? Or perhaps an apple doesn't fall too far from its tree?
Little Miss Mairin likes ALL doors closed. She doesn't limit her preference to cabinets - blocking all means of ingress and egress is her goal.
Me: "Put your head down. Time for bed."
Mairin: "The door is open mama. Please close it."
Me: "It's barely cracked. Put your head down."
This could go on all night. I've finally learned to just shut the door.
Perhaps the strangest part is that she is diligent about closing her bedroom door even in her sleepiest state - when she wakes in the middle of the night to creep into our "big bed".
I hear her exit the bed thump, leave her room, pitter pat pitter pat pitter pat and then BOOM! She slams the door behind her.
I'm not sure how she manages since she's teeny weeny - seemingly lacking the requisite leverage to pull it shut.
Then pitter pat pitter pat pitter pat to the big bed, leaving poor sleepy Leighton to struggle with the knob in her partial dream state when she makes her way to our bed a few hours later.
Either Mairin shares a few of my tendencies or she simply wants to keep her sister out of the big bed. Either way, it's likely one of those little things that will spontaneously disappear over the coming year, to be remembered one day as I flip though my archives.
However cliche it may sound, they really do grow up so fast - just not fast enough for me to enjoy a night of uninterrupted sleep any time soon.