The phrase "nesting instinct" brings to mind sweet images of a bird collecting goose down to pad a nest for springtime hatchlings, or a calm pregnant woman humming lullabies while folding blankets.
For me it looks a little different. I'm someone who spot cleans luggage and wipes down electrical cords to remove smudges when I'm not nesting, so you can imagine the pathological madness max and the mister are facing at the moment. To credit my sanity though, after 4 months of bedrest (aka very little housework) there's a lot of work to be done.
Every closet, cabinet, drawer, bag and box in our little loft has been emptied, cleaned, sorted, and reorganized. No room or belonging has been spared.
Non-working pens have been discarded, 10 pounds of veggies have been chopped for quick post-baby meals, 24,760 loads of laundry have been done, jewelry has been de-tarnished (using this non-toxic trick), pennies have been collected and cashed in, and that little crack in the floor board next to my kitchen sink has been scrubbed...with a toothbrush. Once at 3am when everyone was asleep I even snuck out of bed to sort our utensil drawers.
Whoa is the poor man who tries to get me to go to bed before 3am or the telemarketer who interrupts my sweater defuzzing with a phone survey!
[Note the plastic containers after I just talked about that here. Didn't have enough glass ones for this. Yet another thing to add to my shopping/to do list!]
My guy gets constant requests, "Sweetie can you hang this shelf and take this bag/box/furniture to the trash room please?" But actually it's more like, Screw this in that wall and get that thing out of my house!
And poor Max has to listen to a soundtrack of no/stop/don't all day as family heirlooms and meticulously sorted piles of stuff are sitting everywhere just begging to be "explored".
On top of it all I've decided now's the time for home repairs, switching art around and basically rearranging our entire apartment. I know what your thinking and I think it too. I've lost it. But the urge comes from deep inside and it's unstoppable! My poor guy has been so helpful plowing through my never-ending list of errands and tasks, but I think his head is pretty much spinning.
Still wouldn't you know, it wasn't until I'd prewashed and rewashed all of those tiny onesies and newborn socks, that I started to feel ready for this baby? Also (not sure why) but organizing the bookshelves by color helped enormously...
