Oct 23 2005

Can it acurately be called nesting if I’m just cleaning the way I always should?

Yesterday I couldn’t sit still. Never mind that I was two days away from my “due date” and still suffering with a hurt ankle- that wasn’t going to stop me! I rearranged John’s drawers (not a euphamism), flipped the mattress (again, not a euphamism), changed the sheets, did ALL of the laundry, ALL of the dishes, baked cookies, cleaned the counters, took out the garbage and did basic picking up and rearranging in all of the rooms except John’s office (which I’m too scared to touch).

The things I wanted to do but didn’t because of the chemicals involved: bathtub, sinks, carpet scrubbing, furniture painting. The things I didn’t do because of physical limitations: basement (wow, it needs some help), garden (again- HELP!).

So now what do I do? I’ve left nothing for today but vacuuming, which does need to get done but is boring and won’t take long even if I include the baseboards, which I plan to. John even swept the kitchen floor already so I don’t have that. Maybe I ‘ll just have to post once an hour, every hour all day long. Yeah, that’s gonna happen…

Hmmm… I wonder if the bathmats need to be washed again?


  • By nrp, October 23, 2005 @ 2:40 pm

    I got down on hands and knees and scrubbed all the floors thinking that might entice Jonah to get moving. Didn’t work.
    Haven’t had the time or the inclination to get that up close and personal with a scrubber since he was born though…

    Windows. Have you washed those yet?

  • By Anonymous, October 23, 2005 @ 3:58 pm

    Have you cleaned your car? Washed the shower curtain? Alphatized the books? Just a few suggestions, and yes, you’re nesting. Love you darlin’.


  • By nrp, October 23, 2005 @ 10:03 pm

    By the way, that short story that ticknart mentioned a few days ago about the woman who stays pregnant for 5 years is by Judy Budnitz. From her most recent offering _Big Fat American Baby_.
    Do you have a stack of books to read during your maternity leave?
    I don’t know that I have ever been so happy as during that period of time when all I had to do all day was sit around and nurse my daughter.

    Thinking of you.

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