It is painted 3/4 of the way up the wall with dark blue and scalloped like the top of the waves. The top 1/4 is baby blue sky with clouds on the ceiling and a sun around the light bulb. Under the waves are large paintings of a cute whale, a octopus, a pair of sea turtles and a sunken pirate ship with a shark swimming over it. There are sailboats on the waves with yarn sails and crabs crawling around the bottom. It is Uber cute!
But it is not done and she is due any day.
The crib is not together and she is due any day.
The carpet is stained with paint and needs to be cleaned and she is due any day.
There house is a disaster of boxes and baby stuff and she is due any day.
I like things in order, I obsess about details and like to prepare. I have a back up plan, for my back up plans. He is cramping my style and making me sweat at night ( I do that anyway thanks to Menopause) This has taken over my life and I'm so hot I might spontaneous combust.
I can't say anything, because that would be interfering and I will never do that (ROLLING EYES).
I enlisted the OB/GYN to tell him that that baby can come at anytime and she is due any day.
This is my first taste of keeping my noisey=nose out of things. All this pent up frustration has turned my into a shopping fanatic. Before I hated to shop, but those baby stores, with copius amounts of cuteness and impraticallity, are calling me. I can't stop. My credit cards are maxed for the first time EVER. I don't buy things on credit, but now I am begging NASA for more.
Her baby bag is packed, all clothes are washed and if she goes into labor before the room is finished, Grandpa can put the crib together.
I quess my lesson is that the room is their first attempt at making magic together (besides producing my first grandchild) and it is theirs, not mine to monitor.
This Grandma stuff is hard.
Did I mention they are renting?
Did I mention that SHE IS DUE ANY DAY.
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