Frick. I'm nesting.

It was like a switch was flipped on in me yesterday.  I can't stop thinking about all there is to do and haven't sat still all day.

I have like six lists going.

Today alone, I cleaned out the laundry room (the messiest room in our house since it's right off the garage and kitchen and becomes a catch-all for all sorts of crap), made H hang a shelf in there, washed and folded four huge baskets of laundry, scrubbed the kitchen floor, took inventory of Christmas and birthday gifts and made H paint the powder room.

Yesterday, I pulled out the swing, Papasan seat and car seat, washed the covers and reassembled them.  And then last night I typed up a three page document, detailing the care of our older two children for when I'm in the hospital. 

I got this way with my boys, but not so early.  I don't know if it's the busy month ahead or what, but I can't wait to go to bed so I can wake up tomorrow and do even more (on the agenda -- sorting through our files, putting laundry away, organizing the boys' room so MIL can find what she'll need, starting to wash baby clothes and taking inventory of what I still need to buy).  Of course, falling asleep is no easy task because my brain is still buzzing with everything I need and want to do.

I think I'm freaking H out...especially since I'd spent the last two weeks being overwhelmingly exhausted and napping every day.