Friday, November 14, 2008

Thinking white

My nesting instinct has hit as it always does the last few months of pregnancy. I cleaned our garage out by myself the day before I went into labor with Beck. Adam actually started the project but then got called away to help our neighbor retile his roof. It was a project that I knew he would be helping with all day and I was not about to let the weekend pass knowing that I could possibly be bringing a baby home with a garage in disarray. That was my rational at the time and looking back it does seem a little silly that I was determined to clear out the garage, water tanks and all, being 9 months pregnant. Though, it sure made sense at the time.

I have found myself in a similar situation in which I am dying over this living room and feel a sense of urgency over it. I love it and I really want to recreate it. I have even spent some time looking through catalogs on how to make it work in my great room. The only problem is I'm getting ready for baby number 3. I currently have a husband and two kids who love more than anything to use this room as a playground to wrestle with eachother on the floor and forget about trying to encourage any rules about balls or cartwheels not being allowed because it's really not an option, and so in white slipcovers probably aren't either.

So I have decided that my nesting instinct is probably a little off. I'm that crazy bird you might find planning a trip to fly North for the cold months until I figured out we're supposed to fly South.