Nesting

I had no idea that nesting was going to be such an arduous process.  I imagined my wife gleefully floating around the house with a dust rag doing a bit of surface cleaning while whistling; I was sorely mistaken.  If there are any guys or girls living alone and have thought about doing some deep cleaning and massive reorganization, if possible, consider a pregnant roommate 8 ½ months along or greater.  Every single closet in our house has been totally gutted and the inhabitants have been either relocated to a storage bin (many have been purchased recently) in the basement or donated to good will.  All the kitchen cabinets have been reorganized from top to bottom, our one cabinet that housed tremendous quantities of miscellaneously borrowed Tupperware has been thoroughly cleaned out and the majority of the Tupperware has been returned to it’s rightful owner. (I never thought I’d see the day)  The basement was the biggest project that required most of my strength under the guidance of my wife.  New storage shelves were purchased, erected and filled.  Tables, mattresses, suitcases, boxes, comforters, tools, chairs, pillows, rugs, wedding gifts and many other items were sifted through and repositioned to “fit better”.  I must admit, the basement is looking pretty good right now and hopefully it will last.

My wife has lost all ability to sit and relax; instead, she rummages through the house mentally checking off project after project on her endless, invisible list of thing that NEED to be taken care of before the baby comes.