A daily photo-blog of my life as an American transplanted in the UK.
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Year 2 Day 14: Holy Nesting-Instinct, Batman!
So what...fifty-seven days left, and counting, and THIS is when the mood decides to strike? I was doing perfectly okay being my slug-self on the sofa this afternoon...aka NORMAL. In fact, bunny's squishy baby-bum in my ribcage made it such that any position was uncomfortable and that feeling I mentioned before...that I'd ridden on a bike with a banana-seat too long hadn't gone away.
So. my solution = slug-on-couch. It's pretty effective, actually.
But this afternoon was different. This afternoon got a bit crazy...so you better sit down and brace yourself.
Matt had been gone from popping home for his dinner maybe twenty whole minutes and my body arose from it's zombie-like position, dressing gown and all, and marched mindlessly upstairs to the bedroom. I got myself dressed and thought it could no longer wait...the laundry HAD to get started...so I began with Matt's things. When the cycle finished, I brought the basket of wet clothes back upstairs to the spare room where the tumble-dryer is housed.
While loading the dryer, I felt an overwhelming need to empty all the boxes containing Matt's book collection. I carefully brought the boxes one-by-one into the bedroom and unloaded the un-related junk from the rest of the pine bookshelf in the spare room before dragging it into our bedroom as well. Then I delicately emptied the contents of each box onto the bookshelf.
This, what you're seeing in the photo, is mostly the result of a book club dear hubby had joined years ago...and look at the treasure he has accumulated! Terry Pratchett...Tolkien...R.A. Salvatore. I'm quite proud I married such a well-read man.
By the time Matt had returned home from work I had emptied all of the boxes of books, started another load in the washer, and began constructing a to-do list. I'm making lists now, people...this is SERIOUS! When my other half discovered me upstairs he asked what I was doing while he looked suspiciously at the empty boxes and then at my bump with scolding-eyes. I told him apparently I was 'nesting' and then he proceeded to feel my forehead to see if I had come down with some awful cleaning-disease. Let's face it, anyone who knows me KNOWS this is an area of domesticity where I am definitely lacking.
I blame today's tidying-frenzy events not only on nesting, but on cabin fever due to not having any work. I thought I may have gotten a call this morning after speaking to my secondary agency and learning they were getting loads of bookings they couldn't fill. However, despite willing my phone to ring, it didn't and I ended up home alone another day. I will still rate today a success though, based on the fact that I made a new discovery of approximately one whole square metre of blue carpet in the spare room.
After two and a half years in a long-distance relationship, I packed my life of 29 years into 21 boxes and moved to England to marry and be with my husband, Matt. Now I'm reveling in the youth of my 30s in Great Britain, supply-teaching in primary schools near Birmingham and enjoying newlywed life, being a mommy, and all the surprises they bring!