Today I decided to go to town and clean Marshall's room. I mean like really clean it. Like, rip everything out of the room, clean the carpets, wash the walls, clean the blinds, hang a curtain rod, make new curtains, etc.
I don't know what I was thinking!! I must have had a crazy, hormonal-induced, nesting lapse of judgment moment. I'm sure it was mostly induced by what the room initially looked like. I mean, look at it! It's a crazy hot mess! He must think that every time I say "clean your room," I really mean "go ahead and trash your room some more."
I threw a ton of crap away. He got so mad at me when he saw I was throwing some old coloring books and Burger King toys away.
After a few hours of de-junking and reorganizing, I finally managed to drag everything out of the room except for the dresser. Yes, I even pulled the bed out into the hall. I even dropped a shelf on my foot! It hurt like crazy, and for a second I thought I'd broken it, but realized that I could walk around after a few moments, so I kept on pushing through it and got the room cleared out.
Sorry about the poor quality of the "after" picture. Marshall fell asleep before I could take one with the lights on. I'm still trying to figure out the placement for a few things, like the baby's crib and my glider and possibly my $7 lamp from IKEA, but other than that the room is organized! Hoorah!!
I'm hoping to get a curtain rod hung and new curtains made before the baby comes. Right now we're using a queen sized sheet folded in quarters stuffed in the top of the blinds to keep the light out of the room at night. It's been working okay for a while, except that it's starting to fall down, and it doesn't look fabulous, and the anal personality in me wants the room to look fabulously perfect.
Hopefully I'll be able to get the crib set up soon, and the glider put back together (we painted it a few weeks ago) with new cushions (which I plan on making this weekend, hopefully). Then I can focus on cleaning blinds and hanging new curtains.