Nesting

I think it's started. I spent a few hours on my hands and knees scrubbing the grout on the kitchen floor with a toothbrush. I'm debating about whether or not to throw out the piles of old magazines I've saved, just because I want the storage space they take up. And it's killing me that I know the attic is a mess since I'm not allowed up there anymore, and all I want to do is organize it. I've been a crazy vacuuming fool lately- I even had Love of My Life vacuum the mattress yesterday. Yes, the mattress. Do you know how many dead skin cells get all up in there? Yuck.

Also, I've been thinking about baby shoes. Uh-huh. I kinda feel like it's weird to put shoes on babies that don't walk. Socks, great. Little lacy looking booties...fine. But shoes...with soles...and rubber treads? I'm baffled. We'll see what I think when I'm there.