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.
I’m sitting here looking at a King sized mattress leaning on end against our couch in the living room. It’s scary. And big. We are redecorating our bedroom after 11 years of marriage and a husband/wife debate over him not wanting to change it and me wanting to. I won. My closing argument of our bedroom looking like a meth lab/drug dealing/slum, while crying pretty much closed the deal. I may have exaggerated a bit but sometimes you just have to use a little drama to explain your feelings.
Everything that was in the bedroom is now all over the house on various surfaces because the room is pretty much gutted while waiting on the carpet guys to get here. Which brings me to the point of telling you that I think we have way too many lamps.
Oh, and I need to tell you that I almost killed all of our chickens. 48 hours ago I filled their water jug and hung it back on the hook in the coop. Only I didn’t pull the cap off the water thingy that releases water into the water tray. So tonight, I went to feed and check on them. I noticed the cap and fixed it, and then sat there watching as all 30 of them gathered around drinking water for well over 10 minutes. I’m like…an accidental chicken abuser. All I could think was, “Oh my gosh what if all of them had died!?” Then I would have to tell David the truth instead of telling him I checked on the chickens and they are fine, which is exactly what I said when he asked me about the chickens tonight. I’m like…an accidental omission of truth chicken abuser.
Oh and thankfully David doesn’t read my blog, although other people do and they always tell him about it. Many times he will randomly say, “Oh, I heard about what you said about me on your blog!” And then I’m like…trying to remember which post he is referring to and when I wrote it because I honestly can’t remember. And then when I question him about it he can’t remember specifics either which leaves us nowhere. It’s a endless cycle.
So, I’m like an accidental omission of truth chicken abuser who writes stuff that no one remembers.
I think I’ll just go to bed now.