Nesting...

I owe a lot of you phone calls or emails.

I'm sorry.

It's just that after two straight months of family reunions, I finally realized that I was about to have a baby, and my nesting instinct hit hard.

For those of you who have been there, you probably don't need much of an explanation. And I'm not really sure I can explain it that well anyway. But for some crazy reason, it is now absolutely essential that every single corner in my house is clean and every single unfinished project since high school is completed.

My poor kids.

I have no desire to do anything except dust, sweep, mop, fold and put away laundry, clean baseboards, reorganize every cupboard and closet in my house, hang pictures that have sat in a box for the last year, go through and throw away old papers and letters that I've had for decades...You get the picture.

You'd think that I will never have the opportunity to clean my house again (although, knowing how well I've done at that with three kids, that may not be so far off the mark!).

If only I could bottle up this crazy energy and store it for days ahead. Unfortunately, I'll just have to resort to taking some pictures of my house that at one moment in time actually happened to be clean from top to bottom. Because I really don't think this is going to happen again, at least not for a long time.

I'd REALLY LOVE to talk to you dear friends soon. But first, I really need to go mop the kitchen floor and reorganize my pantry. (And I'm being completely serious.)