Actually, it’s more like 3.5 weeks, but really who’s counting? (3 and 4/7 if you want to split hairs and/or remainders.)
This wekend we removed a big weight of our shoulders: we finished the nursery. All the furniture was delivered last week, but then I promptly left for a business trip. I returned Friday night, and my wife made it known, in no uncertain terms, that the nursery had to be done this weekend.
And I’m happy to report we did just that. Crib. Check. Changing table. Done. Glider and ottoman. Fini. Bassinet. Another word for done.
We even attached the car seat adapter to the-world’s-greatest-stroller (see an earlier post if that reference doesn’t land with you). I even spent about an hour breaking down and cutting cardboard boxes into increasingly tiny squares so they could be stuffed into our alley recycle bin.
Quick tangent: a major pet peeve of mine is inefficiency. Like when people parallel park but don’t pull up to the end of the curb, thereby taking up two spots. Or people who hold up the boarding process on the airplane. (PLEASE step out of the aisle and let others pass.) Inefficient = inconsiderate = rude. So it drives me bonkers when neighbors (it’s a shared recycle bin) put entire boxes in the bin. All you have to do is flatten the box so more can fit. I mean, I love being indignant, granted, but I can’t fathom who does this. I want to set up a camera to catch people so I can shame them into flattening their boxes.
Where was I? Oh yes. With all that furniture, we had enough cardboard to … Well, do something that requires vast amounts of corrigated board. (It’s early yet and my analogy engine isn’t warmed up.)
I found myself just standing in the room admiring its completeness. My wife asked, “what are you doing in there?” “Nothing. Just staring.”
My wife walked in and – as cheezy as this sounds – we just stood in the clean nursery and hugged. Then, because the moment was at risk of being too sentimental… I turned to my wife and said, “you know, it’s not too late to change our mind.” “About the furniture layout?” “No, the pregnancy.”. She then punched me and walked away.
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