Nesting

A phenomenon that can only be described as my "Nesting Instinct" kicked into high gear this week. I felt a compulsion to clean out closets, organize, throw out junk, etc. Rationally, it dawned upon me that this baby will be here in a month or so and I won't have time to do that sort of stuff once she arrives. Irrationally, I felt as though I had to do all of this in one day--completely get my home organized and in order. Possessing the strength of 10 Grinches, (plus 2), I started with our master bedroom closet; moved on to our fridge; tackled our pile of junk mail/random paperwork that we never went through before we moved; went on a laundry bonanza--all of this within the span of about 8 hours. I was like a woman possessed. Even though I was physically exhausted from a combination of all of the hard work that I was doing and the lack of sleep that has become a way of life for me lately, I was giddy with the possibility of each new task or project. Unfortunately, the Nesting Instinct flew the coop today and I'm feeling rather slothy and lazy.