Sunday morning - It's just a restless feeling by my side

I CANNOT sit still. I don't know why. I get like this normally as we welcome in a new year but it soon dwindles. I make these massive statements that this will be the year that...(insert fantastical idea). It soon fades as I get caught up in everyday life. 

It hit me again about a week ago and has yet to subside. In a ploy to channel my nervous energy I keep cleaning the house. I don't mean doing the dishes or having a quick hoover round the living room, it's more extreme than that. 

Friday night: people everywhere are either getting ready to go out and have fun, or just winding down and relaxing. I didn't do either; I washed the skirting boards instead.  And before that, we were about to watch a film, suddenly the boyf hears a clatter in the kitchen to find me lugging the large microwave to the floor so I can anti-bac the surface it normally stands on. 

During the week, before I went to bed, I started moving all the books and DVDS off the shelves of the bookcases to dust it.  And what is odder is that I'm now lying to the boyf about it. In the morning he quizzically stared at the duster and polish by the book case, trying to work out if we had cleaning elves in the night. He questioned me and I denied it - saying it was there to remind me the room needs cleaning - regardless of the fact that there was no longer any dust to be seen and the room had a fresh lemony smell to it. It's becoming some weird shameful secret. 

Earlier this week I got up from the couch during the normal evening of wall-to-wall TV, claiming I needed some paracetamol.  Twenty minutes later I'm still in the bathroom, using an old toothbrush to clean around and under the sink. 

And today is no better, I started washing doors. Even Kim and Aggy would be freaked out by me right now.

I have tried to channel the energy into other stuff. I bought three books. And then read them all back to back in the space of 48 hours (which also included time to sleep, eat and work). I've had to ditch that idea until I find my library card, or it's going to prove very expensive. 

So now I'm writing. And it seems instead of cleaning I'm now writing about cleaning. But I keep getting distracted by the fact I can see dust on my keyboard... Now, where was that cloth?