When we moved into this house a year ago I had a vision of the perfect
room for my son. I looked at tons
of decorating websites. I wanted
it to be able to grow with him. I
wanted a room that he would be proud to bring his friends to. I picked out the perfect shade of blue
for the walls. That shade of blue
turned out to be awful when I saw it on the walls. I went back to the paint store to have them mix up just the
right mixture of blue and gray. I
went to flea markets to find furniture.
It would send the right message to him of the need for conservation, the
importance of reusing and recycling.
Eric and I spent a week repainting a mid-century modern style dresser with gray and
white Chevrons. We measured and
remeasured to get just the right width of chevron. I hung artwork, one large piece of an airplane consisting of
three canvases that I painted myself.
I bought new bedding to match his new décor.
This is where he sleeps. He will sleep in the hall or on the floor of his room. On a few occasions I found him asleep on the stairs. But I can not tell you the last time he slept in his bed.
I gave my daughter a bath. I chased her down when she ran naked through the house. I washed her nutella smeared face and
yogurt-filled hair. I cleaned up
the water on the floor and around the tub afterwards. I chased her down when she ran naked through the house again and put a diaper and clothes on her.
Here is a picture of my daughter taken 1 hour after her
bath. I might as well have put her in a tub full of ketchup and dirt.
Sometimes what I do is completely pointless.
You're speaking for Momma's everywhere.
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