When we got home the other day, I was disappointed that the house wasn't clean and organized. We had done a lot of work before we left- making sure the laundry and dishes were done, the garbage was out, the counters and floors were clean and clear of clutter, and the sinks were empty. I guess I somehow thought the magic fairies might have come during our absence to scrub the tubs, make the beds, steam clean the carpets and couches, and organize the cupboards and closets.
Sadly, that was not the case. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that the house was in exactly the same lousy condition it was when we left! But all of a sudden, this simply won't do. For some reason, I have suddenly become obsessed with sorting and organizing and have been doing it non-stop. Despite being sick, jet-lagged and sleep-deprived, apparently I have determined that these tasks I have neglected for months are worth spending my limited energy on. Weird, huh? It's kind of similar to the late-pregnancy nesting phenomenon. If I didn't know better FOR SURE, I would be utterly terrified right now. But I do know better, so I am just puzzled.
The only thing I can think of is that I just don't want to put all my new goodies in messy closets. Today, I want to clean the kitchen cabinets. As you can see in the pictures, I don't really have designated places for dry goods, baking supplies, tea, coffee, canned goods, cereal or spices. When I put groceries away, I pretty much just open a cupboard at random and shove stuff where it fits. But I guess that all changes today. I actually got out a notebook to make a kitchen cupboard plan. I'll keep you posted, unless my brain explodes from all this unusual activity.