I am not sure if it is nesting, or just total frustration with living among boxes, packing peanuts, (from wedding gifts...still) and not very good use of closet space, but this weekend I went on a total tear and literally tore up the first floor of our home. We have a closet under the stairs with boxes in it from our move (about 3 years ago) and our dining room was sprinkled with crystal goblets wrapped in bubble wrap from our wedding (at least 4 months there). Needless to say, when Tim asked me at breakfast on Saturday morning what I wanted to do that day, I said clean and throw!
And we did, and we did for hours. I am usually a pack rat, but if I was holding it on Saturday, I was throwing it out. I think we got rid of more than 6 large plastic bags of stuff, including packing material, and I was just getting started. Tim graciously came along for the ride with me as I frantically tore up everything on the first floor. About 4 hours into it, at its "darkest before dawn" stage, I looked out over a room you couldn't walk across and moaned to Tim "oh, what have I done?!?!" Well, all the kings horsemen and all the kings men helped me spend the rest of the weekend putting the house back together again.
I feel so much better now... but there is so much more to go!!!!
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