I happen to have a number of friends who are currently pregnant (Pocklock, Jen, Nilsa and two others that I can't disclose right now) so there's a lot of talk about hormones and cleaning and organizing baby clothes and decorating the nursery oh my! and I absolutely love it but it's gotten me feeling all nest-y. I must be in the process of some type of New Age self-renewal process because man do I have Plans. Plans to finish decorating the house. . .RIGHT NOW! Plans to clean out that junk drawer and organize it because how can we possibly live with a section of commingled batteries of all shapes and sizes? No Sir we can not! I went out last week and procureda Swiffer Wet Jet to mop the entire house--all 1450 square feet of it--and burned through three mopping pads and an entire bottle of solution, such was my dedication to spotless floors. Theo even called me out on it the other day and said, "Mom? Can you. . .STOP cleaning?" Like he was some annoyed teenager and I was embarrassing him in front of his friends Annette Benning/American Beauty style. Bryan nearly split his sides from laughing so hard.
I think, if I'm going to get all psychoanalytical about it, this stems from the fact that I never got to nest when I was pregnant with Theo because of bed rest and him arriving early. Then it's been full speed ahead with one thing or the other since he's been born. Our life has not been without chaos these last two years is what I'm saying. So now, things are good. Really good. And I finally feel in a place to get things how I want them, OCD aside. Plus if you think about it, I'm doing the whole family a huge favor by keeping our lives chipper and organized. Funny that I'm doing this now with a two year old walking around behind me gleefully un-doing all my organizational efforts WHILE NARRATING. "I pull this off the table Mommy! See? Watch! Watch! I make it fall down! Awww, look at this terrible mess I made! You pick it up Mommy?"
It doesn't seem to be stopping with just crumbs and dust either. Oh no. I need a new couch. Clearly I can not live without a new couch because the one we have has been around the block more times than I care to mention. Stains and smells and lumps and sags. Ugh. Bed rest did not keep the love alive in that relationship and if I could get rid of it today I would. Also? Our mattress! As in, we need a new one! Our backs are hurting and our quality of sleep could be exponentially better if we were to have a new mattress. I've had it since college and it has moved eight times in twelve years. I think it's time for it to go live on a farm where it can romp and play in the sunshine with the warm breeze. And as long as we're getting a new mattress we clearly need all new bedding after the Chemical Fume Fiasco of 2009. Because putting that old sullied bedding on a brand new mattress set would be against the laws of nature. So a new comforter, pillows and sheets are also a must. I did mention the pillows, right?
Sigh. I'm a danger to myself is what it is. THANKS A LOT, FERTILE FRIENDS!