Once upon a time, my blissful mental picture of my future family involved two brothers that would happily share a room. Two twin beds, side by side... Matching quilts... A place for all the toys, which would, of course, be happily shared...
Even though I only had one kid when I found this house, I bought it with that nice little mental picture in mind. As long as we had less than four kids, they could happily share the two small bedrooms upstairs, meaning the downstairs bedroom was reserved all for me and my mountain of fabric.
Fast forward several years, two kids, and one reality check later, and that lovely little bubble of thought has popped. Because my boys, despite the six-year age gap, fight nonstop. All the time. Without cease.
It's SO surprising to me! They are in two different stages of life. What on earth can they possibly have to fight about? And yet, every time I turn around, Matthew is using that one judo move he knows to throw Jonah over his shoulder and onto the floor, or Jonah is throwing a train at Matthew's head. They fight over toys. They fight over space. They fight over the piano and food and how many more M&M's one of them had than the other one.
Drives me bananas, it does.
And the reason this is room-sharing (or not) situation is all complicated is that I have reached the point where I really want Sofie out of my bed.
Co-sleeping. It's awesome in those early months, especially if you are recovering from a C-Section and nursing and all that. But at five months, babies get it all figured out. They know that "crying it out" is always going to end up in their favor because they are right next to your head. They know that any time you roll over or sneeze or blink or twitch, this signals an invitation to wide-awake 2 a.m. party time. At five months, co-sleeping makes an abrupt and noisy transition from warm, snuggly extra snoozing with a little squishy newborn to the seventh hell of baby sleep positions.
I love her. She is adorable. But I want her OUT of my bed.
And herein lies the problem. Matt is in the big room. Jonah is in the tiny one. Plan A of moving Jonah into Matt's room turns out to be a really horrible idea. So, bottom line, not only I am losing the battle of keeping the peace and sleeping, I am also losing my sewing space.
Oh, well. First world problems.
So, as I'm plotting the big move and planning a new room for Matt, I am realizing how much I really love Pinterest. SO handy, that Pinterest. I spent a while today going through ideas, trying to figure out what to do with paint, furniture, bedding, etc.
I love that all of these ideas are in one place! I used to keep books like this. I'd spend hours tearing photos out of magazines, pasting them in. So, Pinterest is pretty much the new idea book, except for that it is easier and cheaper and you don't have to worry about reglueing everything when your glue dots lose their stick. I don't even think I have a magazine subscription anymore. (I wonder how much the magazine industry hates the Internet, and blogs, and Pinterest, which have collectively rendered them somewhat obsolete.)
So, as I'm looking at these photos, I'm thinking that this room is going to have to involve gray paint and stripes, with a pop of color thrown in somewhere. Matthew keeps lobbying for me to paint the entire room fire engine red, which is not going to happen, but I'm still trying to get his input so that it will be a space that he likes. Decorating is fun. It sortof takes the sting out of losing my crafting space.
As for figuring out what to do with all of my fabric, and my sewing tables, and my computer desk, and everything else that has piled up in that room, Pinterest is a little lacking in ideas there. Hmm...