I am a nester. I like to be closely surrounded by stuff and things and dogs. Tom has been gone for two days and our bed is in shambles. Last night I slept with two newspapers, a book, the remote control, both dogs and some clean laundry. And I liked it. Everything will be tidied up by Friday when Tom returns, but I like snuggling in amongst the mess while he is away.
In high school, my entire room was like this. What started as a few things on the floor became piles of things, which became one huge pile that grew tall enough to crawl up onto the bed. I had just enough room to curl up in the corner of my mattress to sleep.
There is absolutely no point in my sharing this little fact. I’m just trying to distract myself until the Midol kicks in. Thanks, uterus.
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