Feathering the Nest

The nesting bug has officially nestled its way into our lives. Okay, my life. I am headed into full blown nest-mode. To irritate matters (slightly), the Christmas decorations are still up, and I can't get down to business how I really want. (Those twelve bins of decorations are all fun and games going up, but coming down is a whole different matter.) Right now, I just want to dive into every closet we have and throw it all into a pile and then throw it all away. Well, there's a problem with that. I need (and like) the majority of that stuff. I lived in my house for seven years before Will and I got married. Needless to say, I had a house full of my own stuff. I had it all decorated like I wanted, and each closet had a purpose. (And really, I do NOT have a lot of closet/storage space.... one of my only complaints about my house. At 24 years old, I didn't realize how important that was.) Not having a lot of closet/storage space is good in a way-- it means that I can't just throw a bunch of stuff in there and hide things away. Then, it's bad in a way-- because I can't just throw a bunch of stuff in there and hide things away. Are you seeing my predicament? Back to the story. We get married, and Will moves in. Well. Now we have one house and twice the stuff. We temporarily solved this problem by renting a storage unit for most of Will's things for about a year. Then we realized that it was ridiculous to have a monthly bill for something that really should be unnecessary; so we forced ourselves to move everything out (and into the garage) and got rid of the unit. In the meantime, I had given Goodwill a HUGE donation of all the things that I could part with (and it was A LOT.) I was actually a little proud of myself considering the slight embarrassment I felt dropping off such a ginormous load of crap. It took Will's truck and my mom's car to haul it all over there, and the boxes were neverending. We finally went through all Will's things and he did a good job of letting go of quite a few things as well; but we still have a lot of stuff. Most everything has found a home..... HOWEVER. This baby needs a room of her own. And a closet of her own. Of course I want her to have this! And I have a room to give her. HOWEVER.... that room is my office and I have STUFF in there. STUFF that will now NOT have a home. Now, in an earlier post I explained where all this stuff would go. I think that post was almost for my own self rather than your entertainment... I had to work it out "out loud," if you will. And that's all fine and dandy. My parents are more than willing to help us; to keep at their house what we don't have room for (wedding china and crystal, books, fallow deer, etc) and we are so thankful for that. But I also feel like I don't want my schtuff spread out all over God's creation. So that is also irritating my nesting bug. It's fluttering its little wings in opposition to this idea. But all the SCHTUFF is also giving my nesting bug anxiety! My bug and I are feeling hopeless and like we are in a lose-lose situation here. Now, I know how this will turn out. The stuff will go to my parents'. Happily. And, I probably will not miss it very much until I have a place to put it. This is where in the midst of the nesting the thought in the back of my mind begins to pick-pick-pick at me. "I can't wait til we move, I can't wait to have a bigger house, I can't wait to have a china cabinet, I can't wait to have decent storage in my kitchen, I can't wait for a linen closet (or a closet, period, in my bathroom for the love of God), I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait." Then THAT starts getting to me, because-- we have a REALLY nice home. I love our home. I've been in this home for almost nine years, and buying a brand new house was a great accomplishment for me at such a young age. I've UPGRADED this home-- a lot. We have crown molding, chair railing, encased columns, a mirrored wall in our dining room-- we have REAL wood floors and a 20x16 bedroom! I have absolutely NOTHING to be complaining about WHATSOEVER and it makes me feel like I'm a real brat! And sure, I need new carpet (coming in April, hopefully!) and I should've gotten rid of the formica in the kitchen a long time ago, but those things take time, and will come in time. Just like our future new house will, too. I know God has a plan for us, to prosper us, to give us hope and a future! I have faith in that. I just get a little antsy sometimes. Darn human anxieties. But this little bug is making me to really want to make some changes around here. I suppose some more stuff can go. Maybe we need to do some rearranging. I'm eyeballing a few things and can foretell their future on Craigslist. And lastly, but foremost-ly, these Christmas decorations need to go back to their home in the attic! I've never been so ready to get Christmas decorations down, ever. I always wait until after the New Year, and I'm usually sad-- but this time, they've got to go! I want this house in order, organized, and spotless! I'll "stay up, until this dump, SHINES LIKE THE TOP OF THE CHRYSLER BUILDING!" (Did I mention Will was taking me to see Annie in March? So excited.) Either way, my baby girl is coming home to perfectly decluttered house with a floor she can eat off of, much less crawl on. (Not that she'll be crawling right away.... but you know what I mean.) I will not rest until this job is done. Fortunately, I have five months to complete the mission. I feel like this is the most important mission of my LIFE thus far. I have to prepare a safe and cozy haven for my baby. Just like my mommy did for me.

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