My understanding is that the true "I'm going to have a baby and must clean out all the cupboards at 3am"-type of nesting frenzy happens within a week or so of the birth, but my husband last week pointed it out to me as I was spackling some of the nicks in the wall where I installed a new baby gate (our eldest just irreparably broke the last one) and where the kids play.
"I think I have to keep you pregnant all the time to get this much done." He quipped.
I wasn't impressed. I've been trying to work through a number of the items on my household to-do list and recently that included scouring the city for a replacement cold air return cover (where the old gate used to be, I had notched the existing cover for the gate to swing properly; the new gate is in a slightly different place and I need to avoid the kids cutting themselves on the sharp edge) because actual measurements are different from brand to brand in spite of having the same nominal size, replacing a broken light switch in the kitchen which of course is wired completely differently in spite of being the same brand and style as the existing one, and scraping six-year-old contact cement off of the tile in our ensuite (the cabinet installers made the mess when they installed the toekick all those years ago and I just kept hoping it would wear off on its own).
Part of today's action included the start of the bedroom shuffle for the kids.
Until today the babies (well, toddlers now I guess) shared the nursery with cribs across the room from one another. Little R is in the bigger room down the hall. The plan was to move the boys in together in the bigger room and have the girls share the nursery. The furniture for the boys' room was supposed to come around Christmas, but was delayed and is now likely to arrive in early February. I ordered the mattresses from another store and they did arrive as requested in late December, so today I brought one up to the boys' room and dropped it on the floor against a wall, closing the open long side with a bed rail. It took a half hour of somewhat confused crying before S finally settled down to sleep tonight, but he's currently comfortably snoozing on his new mattress on the floor. If all continues well this week I'll have his crib for sale by the weekend as I need the room in the nursery to put Little R's bed in there for L so that baby can have the original crib.
On the agenda for tomorrow? Sewing duvet covers for the boys (not that S needs one just yet as his Grobag is fine) and putting screws into our dining room and living room hot air vents as I'm very tired of fishing all the kids toys out of there.
So he may be right, though it's clearly something of an extended nesting phase.
Labels: Diva of Decorating ...Not, Pregnancy 6, Twins
