There is something wrong with me. I have turned absolutely obsessive.
|Rachel, obsessing over her ice cream. Seriously, why don't they sell Shout wipes right at the counter??|
And it doesn't even matter what it's about. The other day, I got a book from the library. I never get books for myself, mainly because my girls are little tornadoes in the library, but this was on the end of the new section and the cover was pretty so I thought I'd give it a whirl...
Why yes, that is the reality of my life...I pick out books because the cover is pretty...so, so sad...
And it was wonderful - I couldn't put it down. Literally. My poor husband sat beside me on the couch as I read page after page. I finished it in two days, like a starved person.
It was Sarah Addison Allen's The Peach Keeper - I'll try to add it to my little Amazon link at the top.
So then I moved onto the living room and started talking about moving furniture around a buying a new chair and where should the Christmas tree go and should we get a clock and slowly but surely, I watched my husband tune me out. Not that I blamed him, but I couldn't get it out of my head.
I decided to wait on the living room until after Christmas is over and turned my little brain to the kitchen. I swear, Scott was two steps ahead of me (which is why I love him) and took care of a honey-do project in the "office" part of the kitchen for me. I am currently still obsessing over it and will post pictures when I'm done.
We also went to a store and ordered an island on Sunday. I know...just went and ordered it. He didn't even question...just took care of our little children as his obsessive, big bellied wife marched into the store and picked out what she wanted.
I'm really trying to fight the urge to paint...that could be a disaster with crazy Elizabeth and Rachel the helper.
Yesterday, I had some monster energy surge - which may happen when your children wake you up at 5:30 a.m. (ERS doesn't DO time changes, FYI). So I steam-cleaned two rooms before we left for gymnastics. Oh yes...that was another thing we got this weekend. Because I was obsessing over our carpets.
And then I organized two closets. And then I shredded a box full of documents with the assistance from my little helpers.
Sunday, I cleaned all the bathrooms before church...and we go to the early service...
Any body else? Is it the pregnancy? Is it the time change? Is it the season change? And does anyone feel like painting??