If you’ve just popped in and you haven’t been here in a while, or this is your first time, you will need to briefly read the post below this one. I’ll wait.
Ok, so our room is done. Minus the decor and bedding which I haven’t decided on yet. I took a photo with my cell which was really difficult because I couldn’t get the whole room in the frame. I fear that I will never leave this room. It makes me that happy. However, I have turned into the bedroom nazi.
Because I have kids.
And kids are messy and destroy things.
And kids are evil.
And a tad bit scary.
As in this photo. Here is the picture I took. See what I mean? A child appeared ( they’re everywhere, they’re everywhere!) pulling in a strange ghost light from the window.
I’m sleeping with my light on tonight.
But back to being a nazi…I have been so rigid about the kids coming in and out of this room, with our new Berber carpet and shiny new furniture. I’ve seen the bottoms of their feet and it can get scary. I’ve seen their sharp edged toys they like to roll on surfaces. So my rule is they have to wear socks when coming in the room and no toys can pass the doorway.
I can hear it now…as adults they will tell their spouses about the time in their childhood when mom turned evil and unreasonable. Of course this conversation will come long before they have kids of their own and buy brand new carpet for their bedroom.
I rest my case.