With only two weeks until my surgery I'm panicking at the prospect of it being so soon. Okay, that does sound ludicrous when for the past six months I have been moaning about having to wait so long for surgery, but some sort of nesting instinct has suddenly kicked in and I have soooooo much to do before I hang up the legs for 3 or more months.
I have this sudden compulsion to clean and re-organise my entire house. I know I went through the whole nesting business when I was pregnant with both of my children but at least I could blame that on the hormones - what gives now??
I suppose the thought of being dependent on someone else for your basic needs frightens you into tidying everything up. These are not normal circumstances - when was the last time you had to ask someone else to get your panties out of your lingerie drawer for you? Not that there are any real surprises in there. Hhmm...not unless you are dismayed by the sight of a mass of balled up fabrics, intertwined into random shapes...suddenly I feel the need to fold them all neatly and perhaps in some kind of chronological knickers order - briefest to sensible or lacy to cottontails (oh come on...every gal needs at least one pair of sensibles).
One by one I am re-organising every cupboard which has thrown up some surprises. I've discovered things I thought I had thrown out ages ago and other things I had misplaced and given up hope of ever relocating; I've culled, ejected and plain tossed out with only a small niggly feeling of regret. I'm sure I will have regrets later but alas, it will be too late - GONE!!
My last week has been earmarked for 'family time'. A time for us to embrace the Christmas spirit, set up the Christmas trees and observe all our Christmas preparation traditions......[aghhhhh] loosely translated that means I will be running from shop to shop hysterically buying forgotten Christmas gifts, writing and posting cards and letters, stocking the freezer with baked goodies and frantically trying to find the elusive blown globe in the string of 500 fairy lights..etc.
Hmmmmm....I really need to take a leaf out of Gypsy's book and just take a big breath and RELAX!!
Hugs,
Kerryanne
