After watching Grey's (thanks DVR), I settled into bed hoping for some sweet McDreamy dreams. Yeah...right. Instead, I get a raging case of heartburn. 45 minutes later, I've hit my daily quota of Tums & I'm still laying there trying to get to sleep.
And then I say to myself, "Self, you've got three choices. You can either (a) lie here & be miserable, (b) go do something constructive, like clean the bathrooms, or (c) go get online."
Well, I'm sure you all are guessing "C", right? Nope...at 12:45AM, I found myself standing in the bathroom admiring the micro-lock fibers on the back of my Lysol wipe.
Now, some may say, "Aww....you're nesting." Yeah...nesting...you know, like a momma bird getting the nest ready for babies. Um, no. This kid isn't going to be using that bathroom when he/she gets here.
You know what it is...
INSANITY! I think I'm losing my mind. What sane person crawls out of a nice warm bed to scrub not one, but two toilets? I even cleaned the mirrors for crying out loud! And I scrubbed dried-up toothpaste out of the sinks (okay, I admit...my sink was the worst).
Oh, and just so you know...the sound of a plastic dustpan hitting ceramic tile at 1AM creates enough noise to send a sleeping 4 year old into hysterics.
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