Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Mental Nesting

I haven’t been getting much sleep.

It’s not for a lack of trying.

There must be at least two million to-do lists running through my head at any given time. As soon as I check something off, more is added.

These thoughts keep coming.

Morning. Noon. And Night.

Obsessively filling every pocket of mental space.

I’m creating an emergency plan. An “in my absence this is how we function,” type arrangement.

Chris is perfectly capable of running the household while I am away. He will do a great job at it, too. Of this I am certain.

And, it’s not like I’m leaving on a month long vacation.

I’m having a baby.

But Chris is taking time off work. The first consecutive days he’s taken off in almost a year. It is his vacation time.

I don’t want him to worry about laundry and groceries and bills. I want him to enjoy his break. And I want the kids to be able to enjoy it with him.

Yet, I feel like if I don’t have a plan, then they won’t know where to start. It’s not easy to switch from full-time worker to stay at home dad…even if just for a few days.

So, I’ve been cleaning. Stocking the house with food. Compulsively doing laundry. And making mental lists.

I rest when my body aches (which is often).

But my mind, I cannot shut down.


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I know what you mean...I remember being that way when I was pregnant...I became so restless but my body couldn't keep up!

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I'm the same way -- even when not pregnant. but in my case, hubby would feed, dress and bathe the children...I mean they wouldn't likely drown in the tub under his care. But I already know from my 5 week stay in the hospital last pregnancy, that while they will get by --- I will return home to the same sheets on everyone's bed (no, not cleaned and remade), the house might get vaccummed, but camping gear that was left in the living room before I left, will still be there, and the same cheerio that was on the floor under the front window...will also still be there upon my return. And God forbid it happened during a change of season, or no one would have proper clothing because he has no clue where I store it. LOL
I shudder to think what would become of the house in the event of my demise. I seriously consider writing maid service into my will.