Monday, November 19, 2007

I'm nesting

...or something like that. While I spent Saturday in bed I sorted through mounds of papers--mail, school papers, bills, and probably 1,000 Boobah drawings carefully accordian folded and then crumpled in the way only a preschooler can. Saturday night I started on the closet in a desperate search for one blue clog. Last night I couldn't sleep so I got up, cleaned off the kitchen counter and table. Then I pulled all the sandals out of the hall closet and hung up all the winter coats.

Today the closet excavation continues, I finally have a clear path from front to back. I put away clothes for what seems like hours. I got distracted and threw out some seriously gross things in the refrigerator that I couldn't remember having either cooked or eaten nor could I tell the carbon date in the mold growing on top. Back to the closet until the sneezing and itching got bad enough that I knew I'd be miserable if I didn't stop. I don't know what it is but I just feel the need to get our house in order--my husband has been waiting to hear me say that for years!

I am thankful for this short holiday week, the great report at the parent teacher conference this evening and did I mention a short week?


Builder Mama said...

I'm telling ya, that's what happens when someone messes with the girlie plumbing. I have been like a crazy woman since I got my IUD in the other week. NUTS.

Glad you're feeling better!

Heather said...

So that's it?! :) OMG, the dust nearly killed me. The good news is that Benadryl fog trumps GMan snores!

g-man said...

Glad you were able to sleep. :)