Promise of a New Room

I promised my oldest son that he could have his own room before school started. He’s been sharing with my middle son, who is well known for many things, cleanliness not being one of them. (Example conversation: Me, dropping him off at school: You brushed your teeth, right?  Him: Uhhh, does yesterday count?)

But my oldest is a bit of a neat freak like me, and he’s starting high school, so I wanted him to have his own space. I remember very well the pains of sharing a room with a disaster of a sibling. (Love you Tori). It was laughable how opposite we were. I was the person who literally drew a line down the middle of our desk; my side was pristine, her side was a bio-hazard. I made my bed every day, her bed was a cesspool of laundry and toys and papers and this creepy doll thing she had that had a bunny body but a baby face. I think I’ve harbored some trauma from those days. (Now, of course, her house is always cleaner than mine).

Anyway, so I kept my promise, sort of. We got him in his own room before school started. Like, hours before school started. We just started dragging furniture around the night before, switching beds and dressers and even moving the terrorist toddler out of his crib, heaven help us all, HEAVEN HELP US ALL.

That was two days ago. So both bedrooms are currently an undecorated hodgepodge of random furniture and mismatched bedding. Ugh.

Christine feels me. Her boy’s bedroom used to look nearly identical to ours. But that was then …

This is now! Ahhh, it gives me so much hope! I love every adorable detail in here. The artwork, the triangle decals, the bedding. I love how she stopped the wall color level with the top of the window. Just adds another dynamic and also helps anchors it in place.

Check out Christine’s blog Amidst the Chaos, there’s so much more to see.

Can’t wait to get started on our rooms, I’ll be painting today! Hope you have something fun to keep you entertained this weekend. If not … get over here and help me paint!