And I've not abandoned you, dear little interwebs space...
I have some really wonderful excuses and anecdotes, if you're interested in hearing them.
Here's my life so far:
Sinus issues while pregnant are the WORST. There are few medications that will provide relief.
We are in the process of a short sale on our townhouse. Yes, STILL. Last night it was decided that I need to begin the pre-packing organization, because we don't know when it will go through. And when it does, we might have a mere 2 weeks to get the f OUT.
And it just so happens that I will be leaving my family for a week during the beginning of February. First time I've traveled alone since well before I was married and a mother. I am going to try very hard not to cry in front of the kiddo. Or right now thinking about it.
Hence the need for such a thing as pre-packing organization. I shudder at the thought. This will require coffee and a way to entertain kid while I tackle the shithole that is our master bedroom closet. Or any of our closets, really. I am horribly disorganized. If I could wake up with a super power tomorrow, it would be to become and gain joy from organization.
(the truth is that while I long for it, I don't give a shit about it enough to actually put things back where they belong)
I know it drives my DH insane in tiny increments. And he still loves me. He's contractually obligated to.