
Despite my best efforts to contain it, the nesting bug has hit me early and hard! It started simply enough. Last week we busted into our 'craft cupboard' to play playdough and at the end of the day as I tried to clean up --it hit. Suddenly, it's 10:30 at night and I am sitting with a garbage bag, plastic bins and a label maker. But an hour later all the arts supplies, playdough, coloring books and paper were all neatly stacked and arranged. Whew.
I went to bed and woke the next morning with an unhealthy urge to find the missing Cars characters- that have been a staple of play for Berk for a while now- and low and behold 8 hours later, my playroom was clean, organized, labeled (dang that label maker), and I even cleaned the sticky spot of who-knows-what on the carpet. I was itching to paint in there- but logic took hold and that urge passed.
My closet, where I could barely see carpet was the next to get it. My clothes are once again coordinated by color and season. And my maternity clothes are finally all hanging together so I don't have to hunt them out. The suitcases & bags from all our traveling LAST SUMMER (pathetic) have had a final clear out and been stacked away in the back of my closet. My bins are labeled (blasted label maker) and sorted and I am all ready for the next project...

Now the problem is the ORDER in which I will nest. I lay awake thinking about it (like I said, I don't sleep)which project I want to do first. Berkley's closet, where there is serious need of space bagging to do- as well as the whole "get it ready for the baby thing"; my pantry; the junk drawer; oh the things I have let get out of control. I have at least bought the paint and found the beds I want for the 'big boys' room... but that is as far as I have got in that area. **Update, space bagging finished...I had the time, what else could I do? Sleep? **
But it really is the more outrageous ones that leave me stumped. Like this crazy desire to paint my garage. Yep, the inside and yes it is a million degrees in there right now. Or wanting to walk my house with a Mr Clean Magic Eraser and attacking every little scuff mark I see. Ooh or wanting to scrub the sand toys. See, this nesting bug really is an illness! I just don't get one thing. The whole I am way to tired to actually accomplish most of these tasks! Thankfully Rusty is up for any type of cleaning and my Mom will jump in to help too. I am just starting to realize I only have about 12 weeks left, and that makes me nervous!


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