Our apartment is in chaos. There is furniture everywhere. The nephew painted the walls and floor. The tech guy who came to fix our computer actually crashed the system, and took our hard-drive away. Car seats and other gifts are being delivered, and boxes and crap are strewn about. I really hate disorder. I need a house to spread the disorder on different floors (or my hope of a barn in the back).
I am afraid of what my reaction will be when the babies arrive and there is not enough room for everyone and everything. We still have nothing in the nursery, except some new paint. And I am not sure if I like the cream provenance (which looks yellow) and yellow stripes. But- I have no time to paint it over. The clock is ticking. We still are waiting to find a contractor to install some doors, washer/dryer and organize some closet space. The one contractor who came over was an a-hole. He was grumpy and annoyed that M dare ask to see a sketch of a closet design for 10,000 dollars. That is the price of an IVF cycle. He said he would just add some racks and install a washer/dryer (not included in price) and we don't need a plan. I usually am a fly-by-the-seat-of-my pants- type of gal. But even I think 10,000 dollars warrants a sketch. So, I will be -as of now- doing laundry at the corner laundry-mat. Which is a nightmare.
M's oldest nephew was here painting our bedroom. We figured he needs money and we need work done. Oh boy. He dropped or flunked out of college recently. I told M tonight at dinner that he needs like a Robin Williams character to figure him out. He is smart- but unmotivated. I had hoped to talk some sense into him these last 2 nights. HA. I must get over myself. I am no Ghandi or Yoda.
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I LOVE contractor horror stories. We had one, who quoted us one week to do a project, but Day 1 was Look Around Day, Day 2 was Measuring Day, Day Three was More Measures Day; Day Four was Bring Supplies In Day....it took almost three months. While I was home on my couch pregnant with twins. Or wandering around the city to avoid the awkwardness. I would leave the apartment at 9 bec, he was supposed to show up, drag my pregnant ass up to Borders and sit there for hours and hours and come home at 4 only to find out he took another day off. It was horrific.
How did I manage to turn this into all about me?!?!
I loved the Robin comment!!
There will never be enough room for baby (babies) and their "stuff". (especially in most NYC apartments). You'd think so, given their size when they arrive, but everything that goes with them just takes up more space....many of those things, however will make your lives much easier, and the babies happier. As for the 10k IVF cycle(s). I think that when they arrive, the cost will be considered a bargain for what they bring to your lives. Good luck!
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