Some other entity has taken over my body. With the advent of my beautiful crib, I suddenly can't stand my house. It's terrible! There are books in the OLC (off limits closet) that we are never going to use again. I hope to use my feminine wiles to convince Tim to get rid of some of them.
And I HAVE to get rid of this furniture in the baby's room. Yes, get rid of it. I don't care if someone wants to come pick it up in the middle of the night. It has to go. Today. I might set a bonfire in the back yard if no one comes quick.
And the blanket I started crocheting when I was fifteen? It has to go. The yarn, too.
Yep. I'm not me. I don't know if it's the weather (SUCH a nice day!) or the hormones, but I'm loving the energy and the desire to create my baby's space.