I bought a mattress, a Serta that is being delivered on Thursday. I ended up buying a floor model that felt nice enough, figuring that if it makes it the next 5-7 years, I’ll be happy, which it probably will, since the one we’re one is 15 years old. 5-7 years gets us out of the infant (if we have another)/little kid stage and into our 40s (OMFG) when we might want one for our aching backs at that point, anyway. Worst case scenario, we swap out to bring back our old bed, right?

So, with the bed ordered, we moved Ingrid into her big girl bed this weekend. Really, it’s more like a crib that fits grownups, but a big step nonetheless. We put the former guest bed (a full size) mattress and boxspring on the floor, against two walls, with a rail up, so she’s pretty cozy in there. We have a gate on her door, so that she doesn’t wander down the Darwin stairs in the middle of the night or something, and it’s working really well, woohoo!  But our guest room had to be reconfigured to fit the queen size bed, and that’s still kind of a clusterfuck right now. The frame is assembled (I picked that up when I bought the mattress) and the disassembled crib is being stored under the frame, so that’s all there. We’ll move our bed into that room on Wednesday night, our new mattress comes on Thursday morning, and Th. afteroon I will get both beds made up with their respective bedding.  My parents and sister arrive Friday (my sister is in Maine, but working with my folks, so I won’t get to SEE her til Friday) and they will all be staying here. Parents in guest room (thrilled to be in a queen, I am certain of that) and Kate will probably tuck into Ingrid’s bed, with or without the wee one. We have the aerobed here, and she can sleep on the living room floor if she wants, but she’s game to sleep in the grown-up crib. We have a grad on Saturday, my folks will head home and Kate will stay til Wednesday, and stay in the guest room. You can see why I wanted to just Get This Done, eh?

But now I have a couple big projects ahead of me, namely, to tackle the closets. OY. Ingrid’s needs to be fully converted to be her OWN closet, and not half piles of fabric and craft supplies, and the hall closet needs to be organized into something other than "pile of duffle bags + wedding dress." I plan on moving this rolling cart that currently has crafty stuff on it into the hall closet, and restricting all of my craft stuff to it. I have a ton of stuff I probably won’t use, but I don’t want to get rid of my sewing machine or anything, so by having the sewing machine on the cart, I can just haul it out when I need to. In that closet, currently, is a big plastic rubbermaid trunk, that has old fat clothes in it, so I’m going to purge that, and use it to store Ing’s baby clothes. Again, with the "I can fill this but keep nothing else" motto. Goodwill the rest or whatever.

After that, we need to deal with the desk in the guest room, which is ugly, but Dave made it with found countertop and 2x4s and it was the first thing he ever made, way back in the Casa, but even he now sees that it needs to go. A simple desk/filing cabinet is all we need, we don’t have a desktop computer, and if we ever did, it would be an iMac which doesn’t require a CPU stand, so it’s hard to find a functional, pretty, small desk that isn’t 800 bucks at Pottery Barn. (They have basically exactly what we’d want, but, yeah, out of the budget.) I also figure if we have a second that we probably wouldn’t even set up the crib for a while, now that I have Dave on the cosleeping train, and we could probably put it in the guest room, if we did (though it would require unbolting the headboard/back wall of it from Ingrid’s room — pics to come) because, seriously, we give babies way more room than they need. Kids, too. Ing’s room is where she sleeps, for part of the night, and where her clothes live. She plays in the living room or outside, and while I can see us moving by the time she’s a teenager (into one of the two houses next door, which are slightly larger, have better garages, first floor bed/baths and yet are still on the awesome street with double lots — those two houses are basically the only place I want to move) if we don’t, it’s kind of nice to put the squeeze on her space and force her to hang out with us. 🙂 Seriously, the big roadblock to us having a second baby is money, not space. We can fit a baby in, easy. A second daycare payment, not so much. SIgh.

I’m pretty sure my upstairs will feel less chaotic by Thursday night, if only to get all the beds in place and set up. Get those closets done, and it’ll be even better. Here’s hoping!