De-nesting? Re-nesting!
Today has been about cleaning, sorting, organising. We have actually managed to reclaim our old bedroom, which is destined to return to being Parenting Suite Mk II (it's the only room big enough for bed and bassinet/crib and change table, etc.) while our current room at the back of the house will be Anti-Parenting Escape Pod and Guest Room.
Not so much nesting as 'clearing away six old nests to make way for a shiny new one.'
We have been slogging away at PSMII for several weekends, uncovering layers of Stuff and Clean Laundry and Whoa, Not So Clean Laundry and Well, Where Else Were We Going to Put It? and today we finally turned a corner, setting the bed up so that it is ready for human consumption.
We're actually - gulp - almost ready for baby. At 34 weeks! Still a bit of essential shopping to do, but mostly ready. Having things like the change table (aka soft mat on top of chest of drawers) is bringing back a lot of memories, and reminding us that yes, the nuts and bolts of looking after a baby, we can do that.
(possibly I have spent the last two days immersed in feminist parenting blogs, displacement, me? never)
I got a bit over-ambitious and attacked the dread bookshelves by the front door which are basically my to-read pile but somehow turned into the 'put that piece of paper down there, that's a good place for it' heap of crap. It feels amazing to have cleared it all out (and um, GJ, possibly I found a few things I thought were lost forever, *innocent eyes*).
I am adopting the Deb Biancotti method of ridding oneself of books - anyone who visits my house, there is a box of books by the door that you will be forced to look through to see if there is anything you want to take with you. When the box gets too full it can go to the local bookshop. Just as long as it is AWAY from me. I have several boxfuls that could go already...
I used to be a book hoarder, but no longer. Too many years of Aurealis Award judging, reviewing books, and just acquiring those damned papery things. If I'm not going to read it again, out it goes. *ruthless Tansy*
Not so much nesting as 'clearing away six old nests to make way for a shiny new one.'
We have been slogging away at PSMII for several weekends, uncovering layers of Stuff and Clean Laundry and Whoa, Not So Clean Laundry and Well, Where Else Were We Going to Put It? and today we finally turned a corner, setting the bed up so that it is ready for human consumption.
We're actually - gulp - almost ready for baby. At 34 weeks! Still a bit of essential shopping to do, but mostly ready. Having things like the change table (aka soft mat on top of chest of drawers) is bringing back a lot of memories, and reminding us that yes, the nuts and bolts of looking after a baby, we can do that.
(possibly I have spent the last two days immersed in feminist parenting blogs, displacement, me? never)
I got a bit over-ambitious and attacked the dread bookshelves by the front door which are basically my to-read pile but somehow turned into the 'put that piece of paper down there, that's a good place for it' heap of crap. It feels amazing to have cleared it all out (and um, GJ, possibly I found a few things I thought were lost forever, *innocent eyes*).
I am adopting the Deb Biancotti method of ridding oneself of books - anyone who visits my house, there is a box of books by the door that you will be forced to look through to see if there is anything you want to take with you. When the box gets too full it can go to the local bookshop. Just as long as it is AWAY from me. I have several boxfuls that could go already...
I used to be a book hoarder, but no longer. Too many years of Aurealis Award judging, reviewing books, and just acquiring those damned papery things. If I'm not going to read it again, out it goes. *ruthless Tansy*