My Nest- Owen’s room

Owen’s room 2, originally uploaded by soukii.

I will eventually devote an entire entry to what I’m doing with the kids and the House Fairy, but for now I’d like to show off Owen’s room. He does a great job keeping it “House Fairy” ready! He is actually better at it than Macy, but that is mainly because he has so much less “STUFF.” Macy really LOVES to collect “STUFF.”

 

My Nest- Macy’s room

Macy’s room 3, originally uploaded by soukii.

I will eventually devote an entire entry to what I’m doing with the kids and the House Fairy, but for now I’d like to show off Macy’s room. She does a great job keeping it “House Fairy” ready!

 

My Nest- kitchen/office/dining

Kitchen/office/dining room, originally uploaded by soukii.

This is a multi-purpose space, which is a necessity in a small house. We have the computer and important paperwork in the armoire. This is our only dining table (Owen has set up a game of Monopoly that he played by himself). And this is the counter/ breakfast bar that is part of the kitchen. I just call the whole room the kitchen. “Eat-in” kitchens are all the rage, right???

 

My Nest- the entry

Entry, originally uploaded by soukii.

This is much tinier and darker in person. I have spent a great deal of time thinking about ways to organize and brighten this space. For now I’ve just install hooks and baskets. Eventually I’d like a new front door with windows. Eventually.

 

My Nest- Family room 2

Family room 2, originally uploaded by soukii.

Another view of the family room. Scott, still playing the Wii. Notice no children are playing with him.

 

My Nest- Family room 1

Family room 1, originally uploaded by soukii.

Here’s the family room, complete with Scott playing the Wii.

 

My nest– the ACTUAL nest

Baby’s room, originally uploaded by soukii.

Here is the baby’s room. Completely plain, but totally acceptable. I’ve never been one to totally “decorate” the nursery. I’d rather not waste the money on something that they will outgrown in several years. So I just go with basic pieces. Heh, my babies have never complained!

 

My Nest- the Master bedroom

Master bedroom3, originally uploaded by soukii.

Not quite sure where all those dots came from on the image, but here is the bedroom. It is pretty small. There are 2 other walls that are used up by closets. The white cabinets is the start of the bathroom sink area that is PART of the bedroom. UCK. I really don’t like that feature of this house. Oh well.

 

My Nest– the kitchen

kitchen, originally uploaded by soukii.

The hub of every home. This kitchen is finally acceptable to me. I work hard to keep the dishes from piling up in the sink and to keep the UGLY countertops looking as clean as they can look.

 

Nesting???

Not to get all philosophical here, but does “nesting” truly exist?

I am 38 weeks pregnant and for the past 3 weeks I have been a mad-woman about cleaning and organizing the house. It has been really easy to blame it on “nesting,” especially when I get a little carried away by the hormones and get, um, a little, slightly, just a smidgen, nasty. It is easy to just to call it “nesting” and move on. Everyone accepts it as a fact that pregnant women go through a “phase” where they have an uncontrollable urge to get their environment ready for the upcoming arrival of baby.

But mine was more than just nesting. Nesting is too simple an explanation. It is not deep enough. I experienced something on a different scale. Not that “nesting” was not partially at work, but it in no way was the whole reason. No, I experienced something bigger.

But what?? I think it was a “planets aligning” kind of thing for me. It was MY TIME to get my act together. It was a combination of so many different things. It was because I experienced months of not being able to care for my home , my family, or myself. Months of HATING my new house and terribly missing my old home. Months of physically and mentally feeling like crap– worthless crap. And then a switch flipped in my brain, but it wasn’t any NEW information or a new way of looking at things. It was just that all of a sudden, I was READY. I was READY to move on. READY to make this house OUR HOME. READY to FEEL NORMAL again. READY to let happiness back into my life again. READY to love myself again.

Yes, it was that huge. And YES, it feels so good. GOD, was I READY! Thank you.