Nesting. In the basement, apparently.
I was going to spend today being obscenely lazy, maybe writing a few long rambling blog posts, maybe taking Little Evan down to the Aquarium, maybe getting a Starbucks, maybe lying on the couch eating bonbons – you know, basically living the stay-at-home-mom life my husband THINKS I live every day.
Instead I woke up at 7 am with my heart pounding and dozens of to-do lists racing through my head. The reality of being 10 weeks away from a newborn hit me like a ton of bricks and suddenly the dog hair under the couch and the dishes in the sink seemed like national tragedies instead of just the life I’ve been comfortably living. Oh no, the guest towels haven’t been bleached! The Christmas wrapping paper isn’t organized! The paint cans in the basement aren’t sorted by color!! HOW CAN I BRING A LIFE INTO THAT KIND OF WORLD!?!?!!
My goal for today is to cross enough crazy off my brand new nesting to-do list that I still have time for a Starbucks. And maaaaaybe a quick trip down to the baby store in Mystic that sells UppaBaby strollers.
Because I simply CANNOT have a baby until I have a double stroller. Preferably a ridiculously overpriced one.