Nesting
I have been in nesting mode for several weeks. What this means is- I look into every room of my house and find everything that is wrong with it. I have been anxious to get all the dust bunnies from the corners of the rooms and under the beds... I am addicted to Lysol disenfectant wipes and have a conatiner in each and every room, lest a germ should cross my path at any given moment. I have found myself in fits of wonder late at night and asking my husband if we need to somehow deep clean our air vents (because a new air filter just doesn't seem sufficient enough). I have trimmed the tree and can hear the other trees calling to me that they, too, need a new 'do. I have spent hundreds at COSTCO because I have a nagging fear I will somehow run out of paper towels, toilet paper, boxes of Kleenex and toothbrushes among a myriad of other products (my garage is now called 'Camco'). I silently get mad at my husband for every coffee ring he leaves on the table, every unhu...