The baby can't be the only one getting the awesome new room with the awesome new stuff in it…right? With all the fuss over the nursery, I wanted Indy to feel like he was getting a bedroom upgrade, too.
Presto: a new rack (this is the Zio Ziegler for PBteen Skateboard Hook) for his favorite accessory.
Seriously?
OK, so that was no fun at all. Or rather "continues to be" no fun (I'm still mid-dealing-with it; there are a ton of fans running in our basement, I've only just begun the claims process to try to get back some of the money we've lost on this, and there are some items - vacuum, baby stuff - I'll need to run out and replace before I can get on my flight).
I honestly wasn't even going to write about this, both because it's kind of gross and I wasn't sure anyone would be in the mood to read about broken sewer pipes over their morning coffee, and because it's getting sort of embarrassing, the amount of commotion that my life has involved lately (website hackings! fights with enormous national corporations! last-minute cross-country moves! anxiety!). I'm starting to worry that I sound like one of those people who manufacture their own drama, just to keep things interesting.
Remember the project I mentioned last week, in which I was planning to use my favorite color of the moment (and one of my favorite colors ever) to create the effect of a Jadeite bowl come to life?
Presenting: my Office-To-Nursery Makeover.
I am utterly obsessed with Hint Water.
Have you ever tried it? It's delicious in a way that makes no sense, considering that it's just water that tastes ever-so-vaguely like an ever-so-vague flavor (such as blackberry, watermelon, grapefruit, or - my favorite - cucumber).
The only problem with Hint Water is that it exists only in stores, and sometimes I am home at 10PM and my son is in bed and I all of a sudden realize: need Hint Water. Now.
It is so weird doing all the last-minute baby prep things that I thought I'd be doing actually at the last minute…right now.
One Type A-ish thing that I did before Indy arrived: I took on all those annoying, time-consuming projects that really have to get done at some point but definitely are not going to get done in the presence of a newborn. Like backing up my computer and organizing my millions of photos; compiling a list of addresses to send out birth announcements; cleaning out the pantry. Stuff so boring that it makes me want to cry…but that won't even register on the scale of possible undertakings for a good six (ok, twelve) months post-baby-arrival.
Getting all these tasks done in advance ended up being such an enormous mind-settler the first time around that I decided to do the same thing before Goldie gets here.
Which means I'm doing them - all of them - this week. While packing and finalizing ten million pieces of paperwork that need to get to California before we do and doing book edits. And not sleeping, but that's OK; I'll sleep later, when my children are teenagers and I have at long last figured out how to explain to my dogs that "sunrise" does not translate to "time to begin maniacally licking Jordan's leg and barking at walls."
