Nesting or normal?

I don't know whether it's pregnancy-induced "nesting" or just my typical twice yearly "must organize" fit, but today I spent almost five hours cleaning out and organizing our office downstairs.

For the past several months, it's become a dumping ground for excess stuff -- a storage closet more than a functional office. Now that we have a laptop, we don't really need a central computer desk, and we usually pay the bills at the kitchen table. But we have a filing cabinet and catch-all bookshelf in that office that needs organizing occasionally.

Today was a good day to clean it out, shred stacks of papers, file important papers and clear out the clutter. With Brian into football, and the weather outside very cool, I was able to concentrate on working in the office, but I could still hear the game. (Vikings-Browns in case you were wondering.)

Lest you think the hubby should've been helping me, know that I prefer to organize alone. It's something I've done ever since I can remember. I'm not good about keeping up with weekly scrubbings of any room, but my whole life, when I get into organization mode, watch out. I'm like a tornado. And another person would just slow me down. Plus, I'm the one that cares to keep things in folders in a filing cabinet. Brian is just as happy to stuff his most important stuff into a few folders in his briefcase and shred anything else.

So, thankfully, I have another room organized and paperwork filed to my preferences. So I shouldn't need to touch that room for, oh probably another few months. Which room might be next? Probably the garage. But not until at least next week. I'm tired now.