I'm writing a little confession. In one of the organizing books I read, it recommended you look at your house and think "If Oprah and her camera crew showed up at my house right now, would I let them in and not be embarassed by the state of my house?"
Right now, I'd make Lady O stay on my front porch.
My house is a wreck and I'm just too tired to deal with it. In case you guys are envisioning that I live in a perfectly organized and neat house, I do not. Right now my house looks like a bomb went off in it. Tomorrow is my last day of work-- my maternity leave starts Monday-- so I'm seriously putting off cleaning & organizing until then. I tried to do some cleaning this weekend, but with Little Man hanging around, it is two steps forward, three steps back in the cleaning process. Plus, it doesn't help that I get winded easily these days, so I have to sit and rest in the middle of a lot of my cleaning tasks. I'm hoping that I can send Little Man over to his grandma's house one day next week and get the house back in mint, "people are going to be coming over to see my house because of the new baby" shape!
Let's just hope Maverick doesn't decide to come early!