Yeah, so I made a list. In fact, the list that I posted here on Sunday is only a partial list of what I want to get accomplished in the next days, weeks, or month before Little Man arrives (yes, it could still be a month, if I was two weeks late).
The list grows larger every day. I tend to add to it at night, when after one of my many trips to the bathroom, I cannot get my thoughts to settle back down enough to let me sleep. I have taken to keeping the list on my bedside table with a pen and scribbling down those middle of the night thoughts. It really does help with getting back to sleep.
Trouble is, no matter how much I might accomplish during the day, I tend to put just as many, if not more, new things on this list at night. So I can cross things off to my heart's content, but the list keeps getting longer and longer.
Today, I had very good intentions of getting a lot done. And got nothing done.
Well, unless you count sleeping until 11 AM, taking a bath, and eating breakfast, lunch, and a snack as getting anything done. Oh, and watching some really crappy daytime television, too! That's right, I accomplished nothing on my list, got nothing scratched off. I wish that I could say that it felt great, but I feel like a slouch. I feel as if I should make good use of this time off, to get things ready, to feel ready. Instead, today's version of nesting seemed to be not leaving my nest. Or even my bedroom, really.
I'll get back to my list tomorrow. I hope.