Put the cribs together, take them apart, put 'em back together

Three cribs, three rooms, rearranging the rooms after all being set up and the wifey says, "I want to do this."  And here we go.  Take apart three cribs, move all three and switch our room to the former baby room and make one a girl room and one boy room and we are back in the master suite.  whew.  Two cribs back together and all three rooms still need finishing work.  huh.  When the sentence begins, "are you going to be mad if I have an idea about something?," then I know I'm in trouble.   The life of butch!