The art of nesting.

I'm going to be 'nesting' (an expecting mother's sudden and/or persistent urge to clean, organize or otherwise prepare for a baby's birth) for the next 20 weeks. This house is driving me crazy. Why did I find a sippy cup in the kitchen drawer today? Because I have kids. Why do I have an ice scraper sitting by the back door in the middle of summer? NOT because I have kids. Because we have a random, cluttered house. We have some things that definitely don't belong where they are and we have too many junk drawers. As a matter of fact, every drawer is a junk drawer. Even non-drawers are junk drawers. The top of our refrigerator is a junk drawer. Our basement is a junk drawer. My darling daughter's sorry excuse for a dresser even has a junk drawer in it. Does anyone else have duct tape, a screwdriver, batteries, hair ribbons and medicine in their child's drawer? Those are honestly the things in there. Not only does that sound scary, dangerous, and worrysome, it also sounds messy, sloppy, and careless! JUNK!!! Someone, please get me out of this junk. BJ and I always joke that it would be nice to be robbed because things would get cleaned up! Someone get this clutter junk out of my life before I go crazy!! And at my husband's request, I'm shortening my blog posts. GET ME OUT OF THIS JUNK, YO!