But.
Weeks, they fly by. Quickly. In one week I leave for my mom's to visit for a weekend. I feel like I just posted not to long ago about how I would be going in 3 or 4 weeks. GAH! My mom has been back from her trip to Romania for like, 4 days or something? Yeah, and the last time I posted on here, she was there.
So I've been nesting. My idea of nesting has been to clean one room like crazy, neglect the rest, and then get overwhelmed that the rest of the house looks ridiculous, only to try to pick it up and have my children destroy the one room I beasted. That's how things go in my house. I am frantic. I am slightly neurotic. Ok, I might just be full on neurotic. The crazy is setting in and suddenly I'm looking at my computer desk and all I can think is, "This has to be clean. Like. NOW." and I am tempted to stop typing just to do it. Unfortunately alongside all this crazy talk about cleaning and what not, comes the urge to do what I do best. My favorite pre-cleaning past time.
Google.
Yup, googling tips on cleaning has turned into googling ideas for the kiddos' rooms. I cleaned the girls room top to bottom yesterday, picked out some stuff for Goodwill, swept, vacuumed, moved some furniture, and now, all I want to do is run out and buy a bunk bed and some paint.
Oh and clean my computer desk. My husband is due home from work soon, and I have a feeling that when he gets here, he will find me in a full on cleaning panic.
I feel it rising up in me, friends. The urge that I couldn't control yesterday is taking over my whole being right this very second. As I type, my legs are twitching.
Oh my gersh! Did you know that sometimes babies come early? Yeah, like way early. Like, 3 weeks early. Dear me, what if I have this baby 3 weeks early? That means I could have 7 weeks left.
Panic has begun.
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