Cleaning out the medicine cabinet. Moving my stuff back to my side from where it has migrated over to his side. Refilling the Q-tip holder. Getting a new toothbrush out for him.
Hanging a towel for him on his rack.
Taking my tampons out of his sock drawer (tough to explain that one…exploratory toddler hadn’t found them there yet).
Moving my perfume to a more accessible location.
Checking his drawers and making sure I didn’t stash anything odd in there. Finding his favorite watch that he had just gotten repaired last June and didn’t want to take overseas. Putting it on his valet. Realizing I never took his summer clothes out when I see a full drawer of shorts. Moving them to a shelf in the closet.
Finding his slippers and putting them front and center.
Hanging new nightgowns near the front of my closet. Vowing to wear only impractical underwear for a week.
Debating what to wear to the airport. I’m sure I’ll change my mind several times in the next few days.
Noting the location of certain special pieces of jewelry. Putting on my wedding and engagement rings that I am out of the habit of wearing.
Putting away the projects cluttering my room. They can wait.
Everything can wait.