Anti-Nesting?

I find myself awash in desire to MAKE THINGS, as the 'return to work' date seems to be rushing headlong toward my doorstep. I think it's a kind of anti-nesting... The only nesting impulses I seemed to have in pregnancy were about cleaning and organising, like sorting the tins in the cupboard by type, for god's sake. But now, as I think about my week's hours becoming stress-filled and my to-do lists changing from:

-breakfast

-bath

-nappy

-sew tunic

-read book

-library

to something more like

-read article

-read article

-read article

-race for train

-drop baby at childminder

-race for train

-read article

I am filled with a wave of desperate cram-in-all-that-craftiness mojo that must be fulfilled.

So I've been sitting at the sewing machine for the last three days, churning out (well, honestly, mediocre) projects. And to make matters worse, it's been on our dining table, so we've been eating on the living room floor as a result. Which partner has yet to mention. So either he hasn't noticed or he's frankly pleased about our permanent-picnic situation. Or he's noticed my near-psychosis about the end of maternity leave and has wisely chosen silence as the correct means of support. He's a smart man.

But at any rate, I'm saving all photos.

Why? Because nothing as of yet merits any outside eyes...

I'm sure something will turn out. Eventually. Either that, or I'll post all the god-awful mistakes just for a chuckle.