Slob meets nesting

TS Elliot said, "Success is relative. It is what we can make of the mess we have made of things."

I am confessing: I am a slob. Or, another way of putting it would be, that my threshold of mess is a lot higher than most people, like my poor husband. I do eventually reach that "breaking point" where I must clear out the clutter. So, I kick butt and clean it up, but then the process starts again.

Now, I'm pregnant, and starting to nest, the threshold of mess is lowering. It bothers me when I forget to put that glass in the kitchen. I'm getting really frustrated with that same pile of old mail I've moved from one place to another about 15 times. I finally got new floor mats for my car to cover that stain that's been there for about a year.

I'd like to think that this lowered threshold will stick, and maybe even be sustained after Abby's born. But I know exactly what this nesting is really all about: hormones. That and knowing that someone I want to impress is about to come into the house. Like when Grandma came to visit and Mom made us clean the house top to bottom.

So, Abby, I'll keep trying, but know that your mom is pretty messy. And while I'll always want to impress you, you might have to eventually live with some of my bad habits. Or we'll just see what we can make of the mess.