The (Non-) Nursery

I've been planning to write some fancy, well-worded blog post about our nursery but I'm unable to find the words.  Imagine that . . . The Rambler has no words.  However, I have no nursery either.

I'm not able to go in there and get anything started.  I just can't.  Lately, I've felt kind of hopeless about "that room."  For YEARS (longer than the 5.5 years we've been married), I have envisioned that room as our baby's nursery.  From the day I moved in this house until that dreaded day I had to let my kitty go, that was Mindy's room.  It's been my scrapbooking & craft room, but I haven't had the motivation to do that.  I can only scrapbook so much of Mr. & Mrs. Rambler, our family and our pets.  All I want to sew is baby stuff, but I'm scared to do that.

I asked DH if we could move his office in with mine & use his office for a nursery instead.  I like the layout of his office much better, but he doesn't want to excavate all his millions of piles of shit and other random crap do that.  So, for now, the room that should become a nursery for our imaginary baby is just a shithole full of stuff, a storage center, a place to dump things.  And I have a feeling it's going to stay that way for a while.  Well, at least until I have a true reason to do anything with it.