this is so me right now. i am totally nesting. like beyond belief. i get up in the morning in light speed and i decide that everyone should have scrambled eggs and then i need to reorganize the kitchen counter organizer and then there is that area of the floor that never seems to look clean enough so it needs me to get on my hands and knees and scrub it and reagan needs a milk refill (mohhr chock guck pease!") and thomas needs his lunch packed and then i decide that i want to be the first person at the childwatch drop off at the gym so reagan and i have to be out the door by 7:55 to be there at 8am. and then we come home from the gym and shower and have snacks and organize the toy bin and stack the magazine piles and make sure the shoes in my closet are color coded and stacked by usage frequency. perhaps we should go to the wal-mercado and get supplies for the week and stop by the "club" on the way home for bulk cereal and milk, in case a nuclear war breaks out and i won't be able to go tomorrow. then lunch time and reading time and nap time and finding all 13 balls that reagan has to have in his bed at nap time and at that point i collapse because i finally am tired. and then the rest of the afternoon is for menial reagan-less tasks and email checking because i can sit down. the speed of lump. i shuffle myself through dinner preparations and then i clean up and recline in my chair to reduce the swelling in my feet and watch an episode of law and order:SVU on rerun after reagan goes to bed.
if only i could be this nesty when baby sister gets here. too bad it doesn't work that way.