The nursery is empty! The nursery is empty! Ding-dong the witch is dead! The nursery is empty!
So after being harassed endlessly by family, friends and Husbands #1-4 (more on that later) AND the interior designer who I've given the room over to (gotta love college friends who go into awesome careers). I have emptied the nursery, mostly via Husband 2 (Lolo) putting baby furniture together, Husband 3 (Eeyore) moving all the heavy things and Husband 4 (Stormee) rearranging all the baby gear after Mother Magoo and Aunt MacGuff organized it to their own specifications. The result is what you see here!
All I had to do was go through forty boxes and repack/donate/toss/recycle whatever was in them and leave my living room looking like this:
See? Easy peasy! Only thirty boxes, five large packages, ten shopping bags to go! Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go die.