Last week I discussed how slow-moving we are in this house when it comes to getting things done. I mentioned that when we picked this 4+ bedroom house ten years ago, we had specifically done so, so that each of my triplets could eventually have his or her own room, I could have my own office, and that would leave a total of zero rooms available for anyone to ever even consider coming to live with us. My husband Lloyd and I don’t really care what relatives think of us as long as they don’t think of us as the couple with the spare bedroom.
I say 4+ bedrooms because there are four indisputable bedrooms with walls and floors and everything. Then you know how nowadays they give you this unfinished room that you can do whatever you want with like you can put up walls and finish the floor or you can leave it for ten years as a dark, sweltering, stifling sawdust mess? Well, we’ve toyed with making it into a man cave or office but so far we’re still going with the sweltering sawdust mess motif.
This is of no consequence to my daughter. She’s been kvetching for her own room for years, and just like contractions, her kvetches have been coming closer together: Right now they’re about 2 minutes apart. So while that sawdust museum upstairs will someday likely maybe probably who knows? be my office, she is done waiting. Her sister must move out of their room and into my current office. So next time I write a post, it will likely take me twice as long as I will be holding my PC with one hand and typing with the other while standing in the hallway between the bedrooms. (Yes, I have heard of lap tops. I told you I’m behind with everything.) With the minor task of disposing of her mother and sister out of the way, it’s time to decorate. (I’ve concluded that the abbreviation for “interior decorating” is “deteriorating”.)
The first thing she’s picked out of a catalog is a $2200 swing chair. That’s certainly a fair price for something that’s eventually going to make my roof buckle. Do we have the dimensions on that swing? Perhaps we can sell the house and all live in the swing chair. Next is the bed which is up in the air. No I mean literally. She wants to sleep in the top bunk of a bunk bed– preferably with a canopy. but she’s willing to forgo the canopy if it’s not possible, because as she stated: “I’m not totally unreasonable.” And no, her sister can’t sleep in the free bunk. Are you crazy? This isn’t about saving space or money or accommodating anyone else you know. The bunk bed just looks cool. Speaking of looking cool, there’s going to be an ice cream sandwich bench at the foot of the bed…. and a corner desk because she’s going to middle school and she needs that corner desk to do her homework. I agree a middle schooler should have her own desk. I’m not sure why a normal rectangular desk wouldn’t promote homework focus as well as a corner one, but apparently it won’t. And the room will be painted light turquoise except for the window frames and edges which will be dark turquoise and can we get someone to paint her name on the ceiling? A quick calculation brings this room to about $20,000.
I knew I was probably wasting my time, but one day mid-bedroom designing hallucination when she was showing me where she would put her revolving shoe display, I had to finally confront her: “Not to interrupt but: Do you have a top ten hit on the charts that I’m unaware of? Have you been signed to an NBA team? Do you have any idea who your parents are? Haven’t you seen me wearing the same pair of jeans your whole life and driving a vehicle that only starts every third try?”
To which she responded, predictably: “I’ve noticed. I just always figured you were saving up for my room.”
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