Antsy.

I am feeling squirmy. My house looks like a war-zone. Any minute now, the FBI is going to knock on my door and ask if they can use my space for target pratice and as a make-shift obstacle course since they're booked for weeks at Quantico's!

B is moving in, ghar jamaai (ha!) style, which explains why I wasn't the one shedding tears after my wedding :) Not that he was either, in his defense. And he has quite a bit of stuff too. AND this turns out to be the week where both of us are knee-deep in shit at work. Him more like neck-deep, since his is the THE project the company is talking about right now! So, we're heaping loads of crap and neglect at the same time on the poor little house.

Clothes in the dryer, clothes on the bed in the guest room, clothes in the trash, clothes in the suitcases. CLOTHES everywhere. Why God, why. Whatever happened to the good old Fig leaf? And all the kitchen items to be consolidated, the electronics to be plugged in, the wires to be tucked out of sight, the pictures that are waiting to be put up on the wall, the dreary guest bedroom that cannot take any more, the wedding gifts that have to be stowed in safe places, the dressers that have to get organized, the miscellaneous lotions and potions that have to find their way to the bathroom.. Endless to-do list.

I was always proud of my moving skills. And now, life is taking a dump.. on my chest (Thanks Austin Powers, for that lovely melodramatic phrase!). But hey, it isn't as bad as it looks. I've reached the point where my pressure bubble is going to burst, and I'll get into this frenzy where I'll finish everything in a couple of hours. I'm always like that, I seem to work best under pressure :) So much so, I went home for lunch today, and actually finished the kitchen. Yep, now my kitchen is all shiny and clean, and not a thing out of place! Hurrah. I don't know when we'll get to regular cooking in this kitchen, I've atleast made a start.

So, hopefully, by mid next week, I'm going to have finished the entire house (and next week, B is going to get dragged into this full force!). And then we start living large. Who said I'm antsy?