Feels Good

I'm not pregnant.

(But now that I think about it, today marks exactly nine months since our homestudy was done and our wait to be matched with a baby began.  So, that's neat.  Which might explain...)

But I did wake up with an intense nesting sensation.  I must clean.

Paul and I (he's so great) spent three hours decluttering, which led to a painting project, throwing gobs of stuff out while the boys were distracted by www.armorgames.com, and reorganizing galore.

It felt really good.  Like a boot camp workout.

But in the midst of the fray, Paul went to the post office to mail a package and pick up our mail (no home delivery for us in this here town of a thousand) and now we don't know where our mail is.

So if you see it could you let us know?

Thanks.