I’m sure you all are sitting on the edge of your seat, biting your nails, waiting for a decorating update.
Well, bunk beds are now assembled in Annie’s old room, and covered in a hodge-podge of mis-matched bedding and old blankets. Ugh. UGGGGGLLLLLY. I can’t stand ugly. The artist in me wants to gouge my eyeballs out when I see THIS:
After 48 hours I already *HATE* the bunk beds!! Not only are they UGLY, but my sanity can’t take it. They do have rails ~ on top AND bottom bunks ~ but my paranoia is about Annie possibly taking it into her silly head to climb up there in the middle of the night and fall off and crack her head. So me being the basket case that I am I got *NO* sleep the last two nights because I had to keep going in there to make sure Annie was still on the bottom bunk, safe and sound.
THIRDLY, like Em said, impossible to make the beds. And I can’t stand un-made beds either, AND since Big Sis’s chore (one of ’em) is to make her own bed every morning, if I as a very tall grown adult can’t make the bed decently, how can a scrawny seven-year-old who can’t possibly balance on a ladder and reach all the way across?
*FOURTHLY* (is that a word?) there is nowhere to place the bunk beds in EITHER room without ceiling fans being within reach. That was the main reason I moved them to Annie’s room in the first place; that room at LEAST 30 square feet bigger, two feet wider than KB’s room, and I thought I could put them far enough against the wall to not be within reach of a ceiling fan…and still, Big Sis could wake up in the middle of the night in a disoriented stupor and stick her face right in the fan. NOT good. And in Texas, upstairs in an 80 year old house, we definitely need our ceiling fans, so taking out the fan really isn’t an option.
*AND FOR THE FIFTH reason my bunk-bed plan is no good, is that Big Sis is really grieving over her long-lost room that has been her personal haven for four years now. So she must go back home.
So the bunk beds are bidin’ their time until I can talk BF into new, cute beds.
Two matching beds that sit six inches off the FLOOR. Where I won’t have to hover over Baby A all night long and stumble around in a crazy fog the next day from lack of sleep.
My girls will definitely be sharing a room.
My friend Diana had excellent advice:
PS….I read your blog…….the girls are getting so big….put them in one
room, make them believe that’s the way the world works and don’t give
them a choice…it will work to your advantage when they’re older.~g~
Definitely. I’m a huge believer in sharing bedrooms also; they will be forced to learn to get along with each other, which I didn’t learn until I went off to college and was a horrible, terrible, no-good roommate (I’m sorry, Lisa!) because I was too selfish to share my space with another human.
Learning to get along with a sister should help them be gracious and forgiving down the road when they marry a MAN and are shocked and horrified at what a man can do in a bathroom.
Not that I experienced anything like that. Or anything.