Sucumbing to Insanity

Last Friday I started cleaning the bathrooms. A typical job for a Friday. Even though I have the bathrooms down to a routine, for some reason last Friday it took . . . forever.

As in, two and a half hours for just the upstairs ones! They weren’t unusually messy. I wasn’t doing anything unordinary. It just took . . . forever.

By the time I was done, I was grumpy.

Of course, Olivia and Calvin had a great time while I was no where to be found. They systematically undid everything I had done the day before – spilled all over my newly mopped floor (destiny), pulled off all the cushions on the couch downstairs for a fort, etc. etc.

And that is life with three littles. Right? I was seriously annoyed.

But I REALLY REALLY tried to put my bad mood aside as I went out to run yet more errands with Wyatt. We topped it off with ice cream cones at Maceys. I was determined to ignore the mess at least for the weekend.

But my bad mood wasn’t really gone. It was just delayed.

I decided I was going to wait until Monday – today, to sucumb to the reality of what I am feeling . . . my own nesting is kicking in with over whelming force.

Even last night as I slept, I kept thinking about how I’m grumpy and ready to fight.

And so today I’ve banished the kids to their rooms or outside while I clean . . . mopping, windows, dusting, blinds, the real cleaning that has been avoided for two months in fear of this reality – the annoyance of doing it, only to have it undone by little lovelies (and the big dude who lives here too).

But I figure we are down to less than two weeks before this baby is here. I’m willing to put up with the lovelies messes for years to come, they can put up with my grumpy military regimen for the next two weeks . . . right?