Nesting

Apparently, I've reached the stage where I have the extreme need to make sure everything is in order. The past couple weeks Chris and I have been taking childbirth classes. The teacher suggested that if you are a planner--things may not work out exactly in your timeline you have planned....go ahead and pack your hospital bag, put the car seat in the car, come up with a plan B, etc. I have begun to think in those terms. I found myself at Target the other day buying 2 tubes of toothpaste, 2 contact solutions and a bunch of other stuff I have no need for right now. I just see myself running out of these "necessities" and I won't be able or feel like going to Target or Kroger to pick them up...heaven forbid I ask my husband to do it for me (of course he would go in a heartbeat).

I look around the house everyday and envision what it would be like to have a clean house from top to bottom. I see clumps of black fur (from little T-Bone) in the carpet that I have failed to vacuum, the sinks are a mess, the house is in disarray from my perspective. In hopes of solving my issues with the home, I enacted Stage I of my plan on Monday. I took T-Bone to the vet, had her annual shots and at the same time asked them to shave her. She looks pitiful, but I still believe she is much more comfortable with her "lion cut."

Now that T-Bone doesn't have much hair to shed all over the house, I'm about to enact Stage II--clean the house. Chris makes fun of me, but I don't feel like cleaning the home from top to bottom. I do good to come home, make dinner and not fall asleep while we are eating these days. Just the thought of bending down and picking something up off the floor kills me. I am going to take some of the hard earned money that I make and give myself a pre-baby present....have someone else come in and do all the hard work. My dream and aspiration is that I will maintain the clean home going forward. I know I'm a little dilusional, but it could happen...right??