I had to move locations of the bathroom photo shoots to MY ghetto apartment bathroom this week. At least the crazy nesting I’ve been doing has kept it pretty spotless!
Okay yeah, so nesting. Cleaning. Organizing. Whatever you want to call it… I haz it. I’ve done so much sweeping and dusting and scrubbing of walls the past few weeks that I would honestly have no problem licking pretty much any given surface in my home. I won’t, because eww, OBVIOUSLY, but you get what I’m saying.
Things are pretty much ready for this little guy and I have this painful feeling in my uterus that he could be making his grand appearance pretty soon. :D :D :D
I’m trying this new thing today called Not Going Nuts. It’s all about not going nuts. Quite the concept, right?
No but really, I’m on the brink of a nesting-related meltdown. I am sitting at work right now, unable to concentrate on anything because of the list of things I have to do RIGHTTHISSECOND or I may in fact, die.
(Don’t question me on this… I’ve dropped dead at least 30 times in my life due to an ailment I like to refer to as Dramatics. It’s very real.)
I have accumulated so much makeup/hair/beauty-related junk under my bathroom sinks that I can’t think of doing anything but going through it all, tossing the old stuff and neatly organizing my nail polishes by color in a nice little basket. Or quite possibly lining them all up on a several little shelves on the wall like they do in the nail salon.
Actuallyyyyyy… that’s not that bad of an idea—NO, MORGAN! Focus.
Or how about working on those 4 tutorials I have in mind for this blog? Like the yarn wreath I promised I’d do like, a year ago? Or more like a month ago, but whatever? I’ll get to it, I promise.
This weekend I was super productive and I’m trying to keep that in mind right now. I am only one woman after all. I should be proud I accomplished the following in my beached whale-like state:
Washed/folded/put away 4 loads of laundry, including teeny tiny baby boy clothes (eeee!)
Went to dinner with friends
Organized kids’ room & closet
Made flag pennant to hang in kid’s room
Decorated kids’ room with new wall art
Made a cute blanket for Jack
Made some hair clips for a friend’s baby girl
Attended a wedding
Went grocery shopping
Scrubbed down kitchen
Dusted/vacuumed entire apartment
Painted two thrifted frames, hung them up in our bedroom
Organized Maddie’s 5 billion books
Organized Maddie’s 5 billion shoes
Lost 2lbs (Not kidding. There was no time for nacho consumption this weekend.)
I’m a machine… but an extremely exhausted machine.
I do have a little over a month left until the baby is supposed to arrive. There’s time to organize my nail polishes and you know what? If it doesn’t get done before Jack is born, oh well! OR I’ll just do it the day we come home from the hospital. I’ll need that extra space under the counters to store all my mesh-granny-panty-post-partum-yucky-supplies anyway. Priorities.
(HOLY CRAP. Just realized I need to make a list and pack the hospital bag. I don’t even remember what I’m supposed to bring. Something to do with a coming home outfit and nipple ointment. Haven’t I done this before?)
But seriously, where has the time gone? WHERE? I’m kind of freaking out a little, considering I have approximately 9,034 super important things to do and only a few months to do them. Nesting has currently taken over my life, and if you’ve ever gone through it you know that it’s nothing to be taken lightly. You get something in your head and it has to be done like, yesterday. My brain is going crazy with planning right now and it’s like a swirling, raging tornado-of-a-to do list up in thurr.
The kids’ room needs to be redecorated! Jack needs clothes! Sheets! Blankets! When was the last time I cleaned the baseboards? I need to organize under the sinks! That stain must be scrubbed out of the carpet or I will die. Sweep the patio! Clean out the fridge! Buy new storage bins! LABELS! ORGANIZATION! NOW! LABELS! ORGANIZATION! NOWWWWWW—
Before I go any further, let’s just have a little blast from the past…
So, you know that post from the other day? The one about what a terrible little procrastinator I’ve been and how I need to get my stuff together because, umm, there are only 5 weeks left until a child comes into my life? Well let me tell you, people, something very strange has happened to me. I have undergone a transformation unlike anything I’ve ever known.
I am now a nesting monster.
Wednesday night I went home with my handy little list of to-do’s (which was quite the overwhelming list, let me tell you) and tackled an impressive amount of things in just a few hours. I washed, folded, and put away the baby’s clothes in freshly-lined dresser drawers, tackled mine and Justin’s laundry pile, managed to organize the 5,000 newborn diapers that were sprawled all over our living room into one nice box, dusted, vacuumed, swept, cleaned our room and made our bed.
I know this probably doesn’t seem like a big deal to some of you, but let me make something clear: I am NOT an organized person. My room growing up was filled with 3 big pile of clothes — clean, dirty, and not-sure-but-I’ll-deal-with-it-later. I’ve never really been the type to, you know, put things away until about 2 days ago.
And also? A recent trip to Target further proved this miraculous change, when I passed up the clothes section and instead stocked up on cleaning supplies and hangers. Who AM I?
Tell me, does this whole nesting thing wear off? In another couple months, am I going to be lugging around a newborn and still have this urge to scrub baseboards, organize closets, and find and destroy that one spider that managed to scurry away and is now hiding somewhere under the recliner, waiting to eat my feet whenever I come close?