Tonight we have lofty goals of starting to put together the nursery. This involves putting together a ridiculously complicated and slightly hideous futon for the mother-in-law to sleep on when she comes to town in December to meet grandbaby #1 (#1 not only because she's the best but she'll also be the first grandbaby on both sides). Then we can tackle putting together the crib, followed by a panic attack had by me when I once again realize just how much there is left to do.
What I'm worried might actually happen tonight: Husband and I plop ourselves into nursery with high hopes of assembling the futon. We then realize we don't how to put it together again. (I looked for instructions last night but they are not in my handy "Product Manuals" file which is not surprising since I am behind on filing). Tantrums ensue followed by a break which we fail to return from. Crib continues to reside in box. We get closer to the delivery date (aaack! only two more weeks!) and I continue to fail at getting ready for baby.
One day though I will share photos of our completed nursery. That day may take 18 years to get here but it will happen.
