So, I've heard that when women are expecting a baby, they exhibit "nesting" behavior. They work hard to prepare their home for the new baby, making sure it is clean, safe, and organized. I have never given birth to a child, so I don't have first-hand experience with this. (All the children I have cared for have been 6 years old or older when I got them.)
I am now an empty nester and I find myself nesting. How weird is that? Mentaljr has been out on his own for a few weeks now. Since then, I have found myself wanting to make the house mine. I've decided that the behavior I am exhibiting is "emtpy nesting." It's like you give your life up for your children and when they're gone, you want your life back. I took a couple of days off of work and I cleaned the carpets, scrubbed the kitchen, pressure-washed the sidewalks around the house, disinfected Brandon's bathroom, vacuumed under things that don't normally move, scrubbed the walls, and, well, I think you get the idea. I worked so hard that at the end of yesterday, I developed some sort of muscle strain in my hip. That's okay; that just meant I had an excuse to sit around watching People's Court and Judge Judy all day today.
I know this is an awkward picture, but it's a picture of my leg when I was about 1/3 done with the pressure washing. You should have seen me at the end!
