Do you guys know what I’m most grateful for this morning?
Because I know you will be the voice of reason no matter what I throw out there.
I know that when I tell you that our baby girl’s nursery (when we have one… eventually) will be decorated in the vintage WPA national parks poster prints we’ve been saving from several years worth of calendars, you will not roll your eyes at me. I have a “Camping Nursery” board on Pinterest. We are outdoors-y people. It suits us.
(These aren’t necessarily the prints we’ll use–just a few samples from the calendar I happen to have in my office right now.)
You also will not roll your eyes at my desire for a simple, modern crib and bright accent colors to go with our grey glider.
You will not do what my MIL is doing, and private message me the most frilly, girly nurseries out there on Pinterest. Such as:
It’s beautiful, but not my taste in the least. I am not a pastel ruffles & crystal chandeliers kind of person. Anyone who has ever stepped foot inside my house knows that.
This room is for a BABY. A baby who will not care whether she is surrounded by smoky mountains or pink glittery unicorns. But you know who will care? Her moms. Because we’ll be the ones who have to look at it day in and day out while sleep deprived and grouchy.
Then, we have my own mother who is insisting that the GREY glider we purchased the week before last is actually brown.
Am I insane? Does this look brown to you? The color is even called ASH.
Our mothers are going to destroy me. I’m sure of it.
Years and years ago, my old boss got into a World War III level fight with her mother over her toddler daughter’s Easter dress. I couldn’t even BEGIN to understand that argument. It seemed absolutely ridiculous to me that two grown women would stop speaking to one another over a dress that a toddler would wear for all of 2 or 3 hours.
But you know what? I maybe kind of get it now.
You have now reached the end of this morning’s dramatic pregnant lady rant.