Nesting...Part I

Confession: house cleaning is the bane of my existence. No, really! Especially with two little ones running about. As soon as I get something cleaned, it's a mess again in less than 5 minutes. (Just lucky, I guess!) Anyone who knows me--and not even very well--knows I don't profess to have any kind of house keeping prowess.

Over the last 3 weeks, however, my nesting instinct (and hubby Jon's) has kicked in full force. Normally, my nesting instinct appears as irritation at the general clutter and disorganized-ness of my abode and I shove piles of books and folded laundry aside to make room for a bassinet.

As I mentioned before, this time around we've been doing a lot of re-arranging. Today, we finally got the computer desk moved out of the kitchen and into the living room. I had hoped to be able to take it outside and paint all black to hide just how entirely hideoderous it is, but no such luck...it snowed off and on all day today. Guess we'll just live with the "ug" factor for now. Hopefully, having it located in the Center of Guest Reception will force me to keep it tidy. *knocking on fake computer desk wood*

Unfortunately, we remembered today that rearranging a space that's already a mess makes an even BIGGER mess. And so I present my shame to the world...

I swear it was only half this bad when we began today!

But we DID get the leaf in the table (and shattered a glass in the process). And look at the lovely print we FINALLY got on the wall! We've had that thing leaning up against the wall in the corner for over a year just waiting to be displayed.

The smaller, calmer part of myself is trying to keep the crazed "have to have this mess cleaned up even though it's almost 1 in the morning" part of myself from hyperventilating. I just have to keep telling her, "Rearranging makes things worse before they get better." Right? RIGHT?!