I've been nesting the past few days, much like I was in my 9th month of pregnancy.
Laziness is being replaced with an insatiable need for order and beauty and cleanliness. Sometimes you can fool yourself that everything is a-okay if you don't look beyond the end of your nose when really everything is simply one hot mess.
I'm finding things in the laundry room - a veritable time capsule. I think I have discovered one random sock for each child's developmental stage. I'm cleaning out coat closets and putting order to all the girl's closets. I'm systematically throwing out 80% of PInk's collected junk when she's not looking because she is such a pack rat and I can't deal anymore.
I'm obsessing over organization blogs and dreaming of the perfect broom closet, shoe rack and fridge. The girls are unaware of my freaky new compulsion (that I'm sure won't last long)
and summer is going on as usual.
Rella has had a great first 2 weeks at pre-K and has her own obsession with our new neighbor's 5 year old daughter. We've decided to dig a tunnel underground and let the girls run back and forth all day.
We frequent our fun little pool Monday through Friday and this is the first year I can actually ignore my children and they won't drown because of my lack of parenting.
I'd like to think that my productivity during the UNproductivity summer inspires has to do with my intense need to get myself on the ball for the impeding school year and turn over a new household leaf. But, ironically, this all started when our septic tank overflowed into our front yard for the 2nd time in 8 months. There's nothing like human feces all over your front lawn and a SECOND $400 septic pumping bill in less than a year to motivate one to clean up their literal waste matter
and get their house in order.
Or change our toilet paper to one-ply sandpaper, which sadly we did.
And on that note, peace out.