Let me start by saying, I hate my OCD! We had planned to finish up the nursery this weekend. Since all the painting was done, DH knew we'd be able to finish up the nursery this weekend. Well, he decides he's tired and wants to sleep in yesterday. So finally around 12 I get him up and moving, well then we have to run errands. We finally get home and start around 3:00. He hung the new fixtures in the guest bathroom (that adjoins the guest room and nursery) and then the ceiling fan in the nursery and then finally started on the blinds. We went with cordless blinds because the crib is in between the windows and DH was sacred Reece would "play" with the cords and hang himself or something. Well, they are a b***ch to take the length off, FYI! He finally got finished around Midnight. So, today left changing out the plugs, light switches and plates from beige to white and finally getting the furniture together. Well, where I thought I wanted the furniture is not working out. Where I want my rocker is in a corner that is probably too small and will block the bathroom door...DH says you don't need a rocker, blah blah blah... Now, the fun stuff, I unpacked the bedding this morning and washed the sheet and comforter. I started putting the bed together and my dust ruffle is ripped. I'm not going to worry about it because it's under the mattress. My SIL ordered it online and I don't want to hassle with returning it. Then I get to the bumper pads. They do not fit right because of how my crib is made. There aren't places to tie the front corners because the bed is solid there. So, it is drooping here and there and it's driving me crazy because it's not "perfect". Here it is 6:30 and I still have to get DH to hang the closet doors and put up the curtain rods to hang the curtains. I still need to pain Reece's name to hang above his bed, but not tonight. I should be greatful I have a nursery that is usable now, but I'm frustrated it's not looking like how I wanted it. So, of course, DH is mad because he feels I don't appreciate what he's done and we aren't on good terms. Why do things have to be so darn stressful???