I caught some virus and my system has not been able to get rid of it yet. Apparently, this bug is prevalent among pregnant women, 5 months and up. Symptoms include constant desire to clean, to fix, to throw away things, and to organize clutter. Reasons for this range from the irrational behavior that elevated amounts of hormones triggers or the psychological/physiological urge to prepare one’s ‘nest’ for the upcoming offspring.
Whatever it is, I definitely have it.
Every plague has its victims. So far, my closet has taken the most beating. My shoes are packed and boxed but are not yet distributed (I have yet to find new homes for my previous babies), clothes that I have never been quite comfortable wearing are now on a garage sale here in the office (Sob, sob, g2000 slacks are going for 50 bucks), my clutches have been given away, and old ratty gym bags were thrown out.
It wasn’t just my clothes. My Pong’s also took a beating. He has two plastic bags of to-be donated outdated longsleeves, college shirts he has outgrown, neckties he never used to show for my determined streamlining efforts. Only thing he refused to let go of are his porn collection, but at least everything is now neatly and inconspicuously kept in CD cases and magazine racks.
I spend my weekends dreaming of shelves and other home organizing instruments. In fact, of all the things I can have on my birthday, I ended up happily buying a bookshelf. I am stopping myself from buying one more.
Next on my list is a better closet-dresser.
