The bane of my existence

It all started three weeks ago.

I have no idea what caused it or how it came to be. All I know is that I went to bed a semi-normal wife, co-worker, friend, and mother and woke up with an innate need to accomplish all my life's goals, dreams, tasks, etc. in a 4 month period. And unfortunately for all those around me, four months felt more like 24 hours.

Nesting.

It's a vicious disease that can be added to the list of "Bewares" related to pregnancy. I had always heard of it. I knew it could possibly happen to me. But I'd always been a planner, an organizer, a woman with a work and a home to do list. Could "nesting" really occur to someone like me? Someone as on top of things??

Apparently, it can. And it will take over you and your household.

It reveals itself through a simple, but exceedingly long to do list.

Like I mentioned above, I have always been a huge fan of a to do list. Each Friday at work I make a list of all the things I want to accomplish over the weekend and the following week. It's divided up by personal and non-personal items. The home list goes to our house and is placed on my dresser. My work list is placed on top of my pile of papers ready for Monday morning. I get complete joy out of each item I check off, as well as how quickly I can get things done. It's really an exciting thing.

On a side note: In college, my best friend and I used to do our to do list by the hour AND make sure to include our favorite shows on it. We'd compare at the beginning of the week just to make sure we didn't miss a Gilmore Girl episode or a social event. Aw. Fun times!

But the to do lists of late have become pure beasts. I'm talking about it just grows and grows and grows and items are being checked off at a slower pace than ever. It's turning into a complete disaster.

I thought about ways to decrease the list. Enter Jeremy. He is so sweet, loving, and unselfish. And my to do list became three. Now each Friday, I create him a list as well. Of course his items are first placed on mine, crossed out, and then placed on his. And in order to be really sweet about it, I even found an adorable template online to put his list on.

Now, before you get in a hissy about the possibility of me taking advantage of my husband's demeanor just know that my list is seriously twice as long as his and really the things on his list are more "boy" things.  It's really a win-win-win situation of sorts.

Ok. So here's where the nesting thing is getting on my last nerves and the reason my to do list is having trouble getting shorter: I'm becoming more and more lazy each day. Seriously, if I have to choose between wearing clean clothes tomorrow or napping today, I will nap. If the New Jersey Housewives reunion show is on, forget all about Parker getting his bath. And each morning I have to convince myself that taking a shower is not only good for me, but also for all those around me. All I want to do is be a bum. Our house is in disarray, mail is piled on our dresser, e-mails are not being returned, decisions are being left up to who knows to make, and in the middle is my to do list staring at me, laughing, and making me more and more stressed.

The only thing left for me to do is to hire a personal assistant, maid, instant beautifier, and, obviously, somehow come up with a million dollars. Guess I better add it to my to do list....