I thought we weren’t supposed to start nesting until the third trimester? Apparently I missed that memo, because as soon as my energy started coming back (a couple of days ago, remember that burst of energy I had?) I started cleaning. The cleaning has been BADLY neglected for three months, and it’s driving me crazy.

Last night I had somewhat of an anxiety attack, just laying here thinking about how disgusting the house is, and got up and started flying around with a garbage bag. Den caught me and directed me into the bedroom corner (a nice, small starting spot) and I cleaned that right out, vacuumed the bedroom and everything. Today Den and I got up early to go out to breakfast (I need to ask for less strawberries next time… they always drown the poor waffle, so it’s soggy by the time I get to it!). And then we tackled the living room. We didn’t do a really GOOD job yet – we both started getting tired – and my desk is piled HIGH with paperwork to file and other crap that I can’t even identify. But everything’s picked up off the floor, all the trash has been tossed (you know – the crap paperwork you leave laying around and little odds and ends that somehow migrate to the table surfaces), and it’s been vacuumed.

Do note that we have all hardwood floors. And that our broom broke. :sigh: This makes me very frustrated. Although, our biggest problem is fur. With two dogs and two cats, te fur is everywhere. Sweeping never really solved the problem, the fur would fly up in all directions and make me want to screech like a harpy. When my parents were visiting they bought us a gift… a shop-vac. Den picked out one with a pretty strong motor. It freaking rocks. All that fur? Poof, gone. Unfortunately, as I learned yesterday… it also sucks up socks and dog toys (the big ones!!). Umm, oops. Luckily we rescued them.

I just feel so much better now. I still am feeling stressed when I look around the rest of the bedroom, but I hae to realize we can’t do the whole house at once. I think I need to tackle my mound o’ clothes on top of Zoe’s crate… dig out the effing closet, vacuum the hell out of that corner, and take all the useless clothes off to the Salvation Army. Then I’ll feel miles better!!

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I am going to kill the stupid bird who keeps scraping around right outside the bedroom window. Go away, you little bugger!! I need a nap!

Yes, despite the bursts of energy, they are still “bursts” – and in between I really need a nap!! Especially since I need to go to work this afternoon for a little bit. I should probably get a nap in before I go.