I think I’ve officially started my nesting phase. It’s odd, because I never really had the urge with Little J, but last week something magical happened. I went from laying on my butt watching TV or napping every spare minute to just needing to get my house in order. I mean, seriously. One day I put Little J down for a nap, picked out a movie on Netflix, looked for something to have for lunch, got ready to veg out, and then it hit me. I HAD to rearrange my bedroom, I couldn’t stand another minute of the clutter that had built up over the past few months. I abandoned my plans and spent the entire nap time furiously cleaning.
(I’m sure my husband came home wondering what the hell I did with his real wife…) And guess what? My need get things situated/cleared out/organized is still holding strong. I even moved the furniture in Little J’s room yesterday because I was tired of bugging my husband to do it.
It’s not just the nesting that feels different, I’ve actually got energy now. I don’t need a monster cup of coffee just to make it through the day! I’m playing more, taking little J out more, and I mentally feel more present. I even went on a lunch date with the little mister all by myself the other day. I hope this lasts!
