Now that everyone knows why I'm carrying around a hodgepodge of various foods and snacks at all times, chugging water and not drinking, I can begin to get into the symptoms of pregnancy. Don't think I'm going to talk about being bloated or about my boobs that are both "ridiculous and out of control", because I'm not. I'm going to talk about my fixation with making sure that the curtains, valance and sheers are hung up to the exact specifications of the picture in my head.
It all started innocently enough with a trip to JC Penney, where my sister found curtains to match the bedding and that wouldn't distract from the orange walls and green chair. Once the curtains were secured, it was time to find the hardware from which they'll hang. This posed a new problem because our house is somewhat lame in that the window frame of the nursery is only 3" from the wall. That leaves me no room to add any of the zillions of cute curtain rods with equally cute embellishments to the ends. Armed with a scale drawing of the nursery, I selected a rod with balls (TWSS) that would be appropriate for the space, proudly showing it off to Nick. He was impressed that I selected the curtain rod with careful consideration and with the assistance of a tape measure.
Fast forward several weeks later. Its the week that the nursery is getting painted, so we decided to hang the curtains, so all holes would be drilled in the wall, pre-paint, hence avoiding any flip-outs by yours truly, when Nick uttered the word oops after drilling a hole in the wall. Monday night, my poor husband headed upstairs for what he thought would be a routine installation, only to be confronted with a new window treatment (a valance) and a crazy wife who couldn't help by articulating the vision in her head. After several rounds of "oops" and re-do's, and "oh shit's", and a broken curtain rod, we called it an evening and decided that my balls were too big (TWSS - yes I did) for the window frame.
If you're keeping score: Valance: 1, Linda&Nick: 0
Tuesday evening, I triumphantly arrived home with a new curtain rod, with smaller balls, which I thought would fit better into the stupidly designed space. I also arrived home full from a dinner with a friend and with a bad case of heartburn. I'm only mentioning this because it added to an already cranky situation. Nick did his thing with the drill and we stepped back and looked at it...and it looked weird. Nothing like the picture on the back of the package (and the perfect installation that I have in my head). When I wasn't showing any hint of being satisfied, he called his mom and received quite the tutorial on double curtain rods, tension rods and cafe rods as they relate to the configuration that I was hoping would work. That conversation pushed him over the edge and he declared that we were done for the night.
I pouted and went downstairs to research new ways to install everything, desperately looking for a magic set of hardware to achieve my look, but with no luck. After being coaxed into stopping for the night and going to bed, I had a eureka about how what we had could maybe work if we hung things up slightly different than what they were supposed to be. I think I went to bed mumbling about valances, Nick tried to calm me down and coax me to sleep. This morning, it was the first thing I thought of when I got up, and I think I have the perfect solution....in my head. We'll see what happens when we get home and try to make it work. If not, I've been promised a shopping trip to find the perfect solution - for both of us - which will stop the temporary insanity.
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