Social Experiment

It's the only explanation.

I have to be the subject of a social experiment--one that tests the breaking point of a pre-nesting pregnant woman who is surrounded by boxes with nowhere to unpack them AND no other distractions to keep her mind off of said boxes.

This morning, I wandered around this house for a full thirty minutes looking for a place that I could put my bath towels. I knew of only ONE other possibility where I could put them, but wasn't sure if it was really worth it.

I have this drawer that isn't exactly a "junk" drawer, but it's where I kept all of my school mementos from over the years...and all my old pictures. Some pictures with people (a person) that I no longer care to see pictures of. But if I throw away all the pictures, then I have no pictures left from high school--none from my senior prom or graduation, or any of that stuff. I never felt like solving that dilemma, so....it was easier to leave the drawer shut.

But gosh darn it, Mama needs a place for her towels. So I cleaned the drawer. I threw out a bunch of garbage, kept the stuff that was most important, and emptied one of those nasty boxes that was taunting me in the night.

I was all proud of myself, too.

Til I went downstairs and saw that my parents had brought in the remainder of our boxes from our apartment, and they both had this "Where do you want us to put this stuff?" expression on their faces.

I'm hiding from them now. Shhh.