Oh right…there was a baby sleeping in that room. But with real estate so precious in NYC, it seemed like that 3rd bedroom (technically an “office” since there is no built-in closet) was wasted space when the only thing that room was used for was night time sleep. The room used to be an office BC (before Claudine), but I always preferred to work on the couch (and still do) so it was a no brainer to turn the office into a nursery when I was pregnant the second time. This time around, we were ridiculously excited to turn the room back into an office. The girls like to sleep in the same room, we get to consolidate all our business crap in one space, and Mia’s old bed in the office provides a place with privacy for house guests. Everybody wins!
No more digging around closets or hauling boxes out from underneath beds to see how many labels we have left for brownies. We can just glance over at the shelves to see when we’re getting low. This is HUGE. There were more than a few times when we put ourselves in stressful situations because packaging supplies weren’t in one consolidated place for easy inventory taking. Boxes of ribbons, cello bags and shipping boxes filled every nook and available space in scattered areas around the apartment. For a neat freak who’s a bit obsessed with having everything organized, this was most definitely a “grin and bear it” situation, but packing boxes are now organized by size in the cabinets, tissue and wrapping papers are stored flat in drawers, and ribbons are stored, by color, in rows. But the best part? We can now avoid scenarios like this at 10pm at night:
Mark: “Oh crap, I need a box from Claudine’s room.”
Me: “But she’s tossing and turning, you’re going to wake her up.”
Mark: “Yeah, but I really need a box now.”
Mark: “Turn the TV down. I’m going in.” (tip toes really quietly over to the door. Opens the door as slowly and quietly as is humanly possible. Tries to make as little rustling noise as he can while trying to find the appropriate size box behind the crib).
Go to either ending 1 or 2:
Ending 1: Mark silently runs out of the room, closes the door and in victory yells in a whisper, “woohoo! I got it!”
Ending 2: Claudine raises a sleepy head and looks directly at Mark while he’s looking for a box. Mark looks up, sees this and panics. He grabs the box and rushes out of the room. “Argh!!!! she saw me!”.