I am nesting like crazy.
I can't stop myself.
Just when I try to sit down and put my feet up, I notice an empty DVD case poking out from under the couch. Expired salad dressing in the fridge calls my name. A trip to the restroom reminds me that I need to declutter my bathroom vanity.
I have a real problem. And isn't admitting the problem the first step?
The real victim in this whole ordeal is my husband. He is constantly moving boxes, climbing on ladders and figuring out ways to get rid of/donate stuff that is making its way to our storage room.
And don't make me show you the picture of all of the food he had to load up and throw away when he came home from work today (all of the food on the left side of the pic).
This is embarassing.
I think that my concern somewhere inside is that I won't have any time to do these sorts of things when Warren arrives. I mean, I'm hoping I have time to breathe and the energy to brush my teeth, let alone do the laundry and keep my kitchen floor halfway clean.
To those of you moms out there with two kiddos, at what point (age of the new baby) did you feel like you could keep a somewhat normal household again?
I need some hope.