Why do I enjoy making the bed for my little girls so much?
Perhaps it's more of that hormonal insanity taking over my life. Or perhaps it's my brain getting stuck like a scratched record remembering the fuzzy, lack-of-sleep-induced fog I was in right after they were born enjoying any and every mundane task while caring for them.
Or maybe I just Love. Them. So. Much.
No matter what the reason may be, I enjoy it. I love how they climb into bed, bury their faces in their newly washed pillowcases and exclaim "Mama! It smells so good!" as if I'd just reinvented the wheel.