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I freely admit that.
I'm not sure why exactly it is that the minute I feel barfy and want to do nothing more than curl up and die... I have the need to clean. It always happens. It's nine pm here, I have yet to be able to even try to eat today because the thought of food... just not pretty... yet my kitchen is sparkling (except the microwave, because it smells like food and we already covered that), the dog's bathroom has been wiped down and mopped, laundry room and cat litter cleaned, laundry in the machine, the living room is dusted and vacuumed, the stinky bedroom of doom has been vacuumed and dusted, the bedroom same thing. I even dusted the boxes in the office and vacuumed in here. Notice how I'm not saying anything about the master bathroom?
That's because that is the next project on Miah's list of stuff to do around the house. So far I have finished unpacking the bedroom and closet (including all four boxes labeled shoes). The rest of the house still has boxes carefully stacked against walls until I feel like looking for something.
What was my point? Oh yeah, I am odd.
I seriously am sitting here trying to write Severus/Minerva smut in the other window, trying desperately not to reach for my barf bowl (not because of the smut, I like the smut), and I have the almost overpowering urge to sort through three boxes of bath products so I can start the Great Master Bathroom Unpacking.
Is that normal? Is it a nesting urge thing? Do other people do this?
I'm not sure why exactly it is that the minute I feel barfy and want to do nothing more than curl up and die... I have the need to clean. It always happens. It's nine pm here, I have yet to be able to even try to eat today because the thought of food... just not pretty... yet my kitchen is sparkling (except the microwave, because it smells like food and we already covered that), the dog's bathroom has been wiped down and mopped, laundry room and cat litter cleaned, laundry in the machine, the living room is dusted and vacuumed, the stinky bedroom of doom has been vacuumed and dusted, the bedroom same thing. I even dusted the boxes in the office and vacuumed in here. Notice how I'm not saying anything about the master bathroom?
That's because that is the next project on Miah's list of stuff to do around the house. So far I have finished unpacking the bedroom and closet (including all four boxes labeled shoes). The rest of the house still has boxes carefully stacked against walls until I feel like looking for something.
What was my point? Oh yeah, I am odd.
I seriously am sitting here trying to write Severus/Minerva smut in the other window, trying desperately not to reach for my barf bowl (not because of the smut, I like the smut), and I have the almost overpowering urge to sort through three boxes of bath products so I can start the Great Master Bathroom Unpacking.
Is that normal? Is it a nesting urge thing? Do other people do this?
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