We are nesting BIG TIME in my house!  Ever since week 25, things have begun to speed up and the sense of urgency surrounding each project on the “To Do” list has reached Defcon 4.  My anxiety surrounding unfinished tasks has reached an all-time high, and I am constantly reminding my husband about what still needs to be done.  We are at week 37 and time is in short supply at this point.

By his own right, my husband has been experiencing his own “nesting” instinct. Every time a new baby-related item shows up in the house, he’s immediately reading the instruction manual, putting something together, or asking a hundred questions about what it’s used for.

This nesting instinct, while certainly beneficial in terms of helping us to get things done and sorted out, has reached a peak in my mind in the last few days.  I’m not only organizing and preparing my house for baby: I’m applying my anal retentive touch to every aspect of my life!

My desk has been cleaned and completely reorganized, along with the supply drawers at work.  My email has been cleaned out, filed away, and flagged for follow-up.  And even the most innocuous moment can send me into a “gotta fix it” frenzy that can very much resemble an itch you just can’t quite reach to scratch.

For example: I went to Target the other day to get a few things I needed (along with a few things I probably didn’t), and while the check-out clerk was a very friendly teenage boy, he nearly sent me into a tailspin by the time I left his register.

You see, I had bought a large bin along with a few smaller items, and at the check-out I told the cashier not to bother with bags and just to put the items back in the bin and I’d carry them that way.  Apparently HIS idea of putting items in the bin and MY idea of putting items in the bin were wildly different.  When he finished ringing everything up and loading up the bin, it looked like this:

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Oh no no NO, my dear fellow… that is NOT what I meant!!

Naturally when I got out to my car, I took 5 minutes to take everything out of the bin, rearrange it and fit it neatly back into the bin for the 10 minute car ride home:

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SO MUCH BETTER, don’t you think?

Now the Reese’s Peanut Butter eggs aren’t getting squished by the hangers, the Easter candy goodies are all grouped together (as are the baby hangers), and my brain doesn’t feel like it’s splitting in two. This nesting instinct – it’s no joke people!

Spend too much time at my house and you may end up categorized, sorted and stored in a plastic bin with a label on you.  Perhaps I could use that nifty sorting system Amber wrote about on Monday…