Miscarriage Anger

There is at least one thing to be said of anger over a miscarriage- for me, anyway. You see, oftentimes when I am angry, you will find me cleaning (usually in the form of doing dishes or some other simple housework). But apparently when the anger is great, and has no real direction, it causes me to CLEAN. As in totally reorganizing the kitchen cupboards, scrubbing my bedroom from floor to ceiling (with hubby's help), throwing out absolutely anything that hasn't been used recently, etc. Hubby and I have even finally- after months of procrastinating- gotten our sons a bunk bed and rearranged their room; this was way overdue. Was this all an elaborate plan of God's to kick me in the butt, get me moving after months of depressed lethargy? No, I don't really believe that. But it was just the catalyst I needed to get caught up on things that were left undone for so long. And now that I have that cleaning bug, I am on a rampage. Nothing in this house is safe. I am an angry, cleaning woman- hear me ROAR!!