Spring...err...Summer cleaning...

I'm nesting. That's the only term for it. I know that traditionally nesting is associated with pregnancy, but I can guarantee that isn't the cause. I've bonded with my toys...but we're not that close. This started as a little tidying. Then it blossomed into a full on day-o-cleaning. Soon I'd moved onto a spring cleaning like frenzy. Boxes were pulled out and emptied. Piles were sorted. Everything was washed, vacuumed, sorted, given a home, or thrown out. There is now a rather monstrous gathering of goods to be donated. The cleaning has slowed and I've been shopping. Not really...just sort of wishing. There are things I'd like to have. Paint, a chair that isn't older than me, a bedframe and other bedroom furniture, and interesting clay dishes are all high up on the list. Perhaps my addiction to TLC's home fix-it shows are to blame....or maybe I'm just tired of living like a college kid.