I’ve been feeling a little stressed out this past week and wasn’t really sure why. Oh sure, we’ve had our share of chaos and things gone wrong—dogs getting sick on the carpet in many spots, broken ac in the car, broken pool heater, broken dishwasher (again!)—but I really don’t feel like any of that was quite it. Sure, those things added up, but tonight it hit me what the real problem was.

When Patrick got home we finally moved a few pieces of furniture around. They were small changes but they helped us complete some rooms that had been chaotic. I also worked pretty hard during the day today to make some progress on cleaning out the future baby’s room. We’d piled all the unpacked boxes in there and you could barely walk through. So lots of things fell into place today. As things came together tonight I was reminded how important it is to me to have everything in it’s place. Yes, I’m anal. Yes, I’m a neat freak. But it just really stressed me out to walk over or around things that are out of place. It stresses me to not be able to find something or to have to move things to get to what I want.

So the house is far from done, but I’m feeling much better now that there is less to put away.