Nesting?

We had a little get-together at our house last night.  Mainly to feed the folks who helped us get our yard/landscape looking all spick and span, although due to a twist of fate (namely, a car break-down on the expressway the night before) our friend Bill ended up cooking for us.  But none of that is important right now.  What does matter is, after everyone left at 9:30 p.m., I decided that I needed to make a list of EVERYTHING I wanted to accomplish on Monday:

Vacuum floors

Steam clean the floors

Vacuum the upstairs

Vacuum the stairs

Clean out the fridge

Unload dishwasher

Scrub the door to the garage (it was GROSS)

Vacuum out/clean my car

Quite a list considering I would have a toddler in tow…

And then I did something amazing.  I did EVERYTHING on the list, except vacuuming out the car, BEFORE I WENT TO BED.  Lyndon was just laughing, and kept saying, “You’re SO nesting.  I haven’t seen you with this much energy in ages!”  I’ll admit it was a little insane, but the floors were a mess (landscaping boys trodding in and out, and then staying for dinner, equals a very dirty floor) and the thought of waking up to them wasn’t appealing.  And heck, if it was nesting, maybe it means the baby will come SOON?  At least, these were my thoughts as I tucked myself into bed just past midnight.

Well, this morning I’m thankful I’ve already accomplished so much…but no baby.  Patience….

It’s not what you do…

This weekend was incredibly productive.  Perhaps because we kept thinking it could be our “last” with just one kid around, there were all sorts of things knocked off the to-do list, and it sure felt great to see them go.  For instance:

• The winter tires on my car were changed out for summer tires (goodbye Winter!)
• The yard got completely cleaned up.  Leaves hauled away, landscape edges edged, yard weeded, garden roto-tilled…in short, it looks spiffy!
• The “big shop” got done – you know the one, where you stock up on essentials like toilet paper and canned tomatoes (an essential in this house), as well as socks, baby wipes, etc…

All in all, pretty good!  The funny thing is that I can take responsibility for almost none of it – besides the socks. Everything else was done by either the hubby or my mom!  I can’t thank either of them enough – for one, I don’t change tires unless completely necessary (stranded on the side of the road with no cell phone service may propel me to such lengths), and, then of course, there is the whole 9 months pregnant thing.  Hard to run an edger or the roto-tiller when you can’t exactly reach the handlebars over your big belly.  I had pretty much given up on getting the yard all pretty this year – it just wasn’t high on the priority list, but now it is looking great thanks entirely to my mom.

(cute side note – Austin was absolutely fascinated with the roto-tiller.  He sat, outside, on my lap for a full ten minutes watching mom rototill the garden.  Transfixed.  Without even a slight movement, except every once in a while to whisper “tractor” as she pushed it by.  You would have thought it was Sesame Street in 3D the way his eyes were locked on that thing!)

It’s not what you do…it’s what you see gets done. 

Now I’m going to kick back and let Lyndon make me dinner.