Nesting is usually done when pregnant – cleaning and organizing for the new arrival. It can be a ritual of putting things into place. That is what I am doing. Nesting.
For the past few nights, I have been preparing our “nest” in the RV. Putting things into their new place, organizing, pitching what I just thought I HAD to have, moving it again, and on and on. I am finding out that everything does not have a place and it freaked me out a bit last night.
Nesting is something I think I have always done. My Mom used to tell me I would “nest” even on vacations! Build my little moat of stuff around me to make me more comfortable. By now, I am a master nester.
My husband does not nest. He can sit or sleep anywhere at any time. To me that is OUTRAGEOUS behavior! So I shall continue to “nest” around him and then when he leaves for a moment, arrange his “nest” for him. It’s what I do.
Two more rooms empty in our home. One and one-half to go and they should be done tomorrow. No more nesting in this amazing home for me. I shall miss that especially during the holidays or any time our son would come home for a visit.
When I get stressed or emotional, nesting is a way for me to feel calm. That and a new bottle of white rum. And, yes, the rum has a place in the RV and in my “nest”.
A-nesting-I-shall-go. It’s my art.