Kabobs & Apple Pie

I have to say that I am not a big fan of cleaning. There are some parts that I like, namely vacuuming and bleaching bathroom surfaces until they are completely devoid of germs and any color (I like a sterile, white bathroom. Wonder what Freud would say about that?). Mostly though, I generally postpone housework as long as possible in the hopes that someone else (read “Roger”) will take care of it. When I was pregnant, I kept waiting for that nesting phase to kick in, and it never did. Not with respects to our home, at least. It kind of did with my job — I spent the entire night before my last-minute c-section clearing out my work inbox, responding to all messages, and setting up auto-responses for anything that could possibly automatically respond to people. In the past couple weeks, however, almost 9 months after I gave birth I appear to have finally started nesting. I am suddenly consumed with cleaning and organizing. I am obsessed. Wasn’t this supposed to happen when I was actually still pregnant? Yet another sign that I really am not quite right in the head.