You know what's a real thing? Nesting. You know what's also a real thing? Adoptive moms nesting. You know what makes it even worse? The fact that adoptive moms don't have a big ole belly in their way. Adoptive moms don't have a lack of energy. Adoptive moms aren't busy gestating. They're not actively involved in making a new little human. They've already contacted all the lawyers and mailed all the paperwork to all the involved agencies. They're waiting for their FBI clearance and, other than that, they're waiting for their baby to finish growing and there isn't a darn thing they can do about it. So do you know what they do on a Saturday because they aren't allowed to paint because they want their shoulder to still be working in March when their baby is born?
Well, I can't speak for other adoptive moms, but here's what I did today:
I organized underneath my kitchen sink, scrubbed the ceiling in the kitchen, organized the dish towel drawer, did the dishes, cooked a turkey, cleaned the trash can, organized under the sink in the boys' bathroom, cleaned their bathroom drawer, went through the medicine tub, organized my bathroom cabinets, cleaned off my dresser and my night stand, did two loads of laundry, and did some online banking.
This coming week, now that so many things are organized, I need to clean the whole house because our social worker is coming to update our home study. It expires at the end of February and our baby didn't see fit to be due until mid March. And, you know, we want our social worker to think our house is really nice and neat and organized and clean most of the time. Even though...HA! Two elementary aged boys live here.
Anyway. I still have more than 8 weeks. Just think of the organizational possibilities!
Embrace it! You know you'll have way too much cuddling (and feeding and burping and changing...) to do after she arrives to worry about cleaning! If you run out of places to organize just fly out to Georgia and I'll hook you up ;)
ReplyDeleteWell... I gutted my pantry and organized it like a boss, and then I had to sit down and rest because the toddler had dumped an entire box of elbow macaroni on the floor and I needed to "deep breathe." (But not the type of deep breathing associated with falling asleep in less than one minute, because I would've died doing that.) And, as proud as I am over my gloriously perfect pantry, I can't hold a candle to your nesting cleaning spree! Well done.
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