(Yippee. I haven't cross-posted for some time. Well, there's a streak that's gone to pot.)
It’s about damn time my body’s almost through fighting whatever damn bug got me this year. I’m only coughing a lil bit these days! Yippee! Yeah yeah!
Which of course means I’m now healthy enough to begin the annual Spring Cleaning. Yep, we do that here. But the real surprising thing is, I’m not only looking forward to it this time around, but I’ve jump-started it. I’M the one running around the house, uprooting people and moving more furniture, and detailing out what’s got to be done next.
And that brings me to something else I’ve been meaning to blog about for some time. I keep having this real strong urge to clean the kitchen, the bathroom; buy nice things for said rooms, and just generally make things comfy. I’ve caught myself admiring new towels, washclothes, shiny new utensils and kitchenware, household cleaners, brooms, mops, baskets for the bathroom, cute lil containers to hold things, new bedding for the family, gardening things, ect.
My sis said I’m "nesting".
Am I nesting? Is my biological clock making me do this crap?
Damn hormones.
