
I have no idea what is going on, but I think I might just like it.
This past weekend, somehow I figured I could do it all. So maybe not ALL, but I tackled some projects that I have had no desire to do. AT ALL.
Example: I have two folders I keep in a corner in my kitchen. One is marked bills to be paid, and the other to be filed. Somehow both of these folder turned into to be filed along with about 4 more piles. I can't even tell you how many months they have been there, just piling up. The "I'll get to that later" spot that just carves it's own place to stay.
Saturday, I demolished those piles, sorted them and filed them. (I was secretly hoping that my green card would surface, but it wasn't to be.) Along with several other tasks I completed that day, it was an extremely successful/productive day - including a trip to Costco! On a Saturday! With 5 kids in tow!
It continued today. This new found feeling. Down in our basement we (the kids and I) sorted and cleaned up the toy/storage/housing the boxes of Relief Society table cloths room. Where is this strange mood coming from? The desire to have everything in complete order and placement? Honestly, the only way I can think of describing it is nesting. It's so weird. So weird, because I'm not pregnant. (Did you hear me? NOT PREGNANT!!) Could it be that after 8 years of being pregnant and nursing that I finally have energy? Who would have thought. . .


