Preoccupation Projects

Fact: I'm 39 weeks preggo today. [But who's counting?]
Fact: Time goes by faster when you are busy.
Fact: I have the inability to nap. Never have. Sad, I know.

Therefore... I am finding projects of preoccupation. And riding waves of energy when they come along. Currently, the wave has passed and I'm crashed in the recliner. In case you were wondering.

Where was I? Oh yes.... the projects.

Project #1 - Hannah's room. Furniture in place. Room cozy and decorated. Clothes and toys are organized, washed, and ready to go. This was the fun project. It's been done for a while.

Project #2 - The house. It's the continual project of keeping it up, yet I'm trying to keep it "guest ready" for when my folks come stay with us after Hannah shows up. (You know, the kind of stuff that hubby probably wishes I did ALL the time but would never say that.) Couple that with Spring Cleaning and a killer nesting instinct... it doesn't stand a chance. I have already re-organized the laundry room, all closets, my pantry, bathroom cabinets, Jackson's toys, winter clothes, and junk drawers. Bathrooms are clean. Laundry caught up. Baseboards dusted. Hubby and I scoured windows last weekend - we still have a few more to go. He's gotten into the game and really done a bunch of yard work. Even started a garden with tomatoes, lettuce, cucumber, and watermelon.

It's sick, I know.

Project #3 - A bow holder. Attention: I did a craft. By myself. With paint, glue gun, and ribbon. Yes, ME. Now, I know she'll likely be like Jackson and not have ANY hair for the first year, but here's to hoping. And for something to go on a blank wall. (picture to come)

Project #4 - Errand running. Last minute stocking up on anything I can think of. I know getting out and about after she comes will be difficult for the first little bit. And for some reason I am afraid my family will run out of food. Or worse - toilet paper.

When all else fails I revert back to the house project... because, let's face it, yesterday's work is already messed up. Which reminds me why I just don't get caught up in the 'my house must be perfect' thing in most cases. Just not this week.