Monday, July 31, 2006
Nesting?
My brother, B, told me about this "nesting" thing that happens to pregnant women. I'm not sure if it started or my apartment was just in desperate need of cleaning (or a little bit of both), but I found myself scrubbing areas of my home that I didn't know existed. And I threw out some stuff too, put papers away, shredded others. Ah, sweet relief. As many of you know, we have limited space in our New York apartment which requires a bi-annual purging.
My latest concern is the amount of books we have - lots of book shelves bursting with books. And we've already begun buying books for the baby. So we've got to give the little guy at least a shelf of his own. Since Daddy already categorically refused to purge any of his books, I guess Mommy will have to get rid of her economics books. (I bought them for my last two semesters of grad school.) I thought they might come in handy some day. But if I'm really honest with myself, I'll probably never crack them open again. And if truth be told that would be a sweet relief too.
My latest concern is the amount of books we have - lots of book shelves bursting with books. And we've already begun buying books for the baby. So we've got to give the little guy at least a shelf of his own. Since Daddy already categorically refused to purge any of his books, I guess Mommy will have to get rid of her economics books. (I bought them for my last two semesters of grad school.) I thought they might come in handy some day. But if I'm really honest with myself, I'll probably never crack them open again. And if truth be told that would be a sweet relief too.
