A few weeks ago we stayed at my parents’ house. They weren’t home so we took full advantage, sleeping in their bed, borrowing the cars and swimming in the pool. Usually towards the end of a trip away from home I start looking forward to going back, but after this visit, I couldn’t help thinking that my parents’ house was a real house for real adults with coffee makers and entryways and ours was more like one of those matchboxes rodents inhabit in old cartoons. When we arrived home, there was a semi-truck nearly blocking our driveway. Seeing it there in all of its inconveniencing glory, I couldn’t help but think that there was probably more space for us inside of that truck than in our house tucked behind it.
But enough about that. We all have things we’d change about our lives or our homes and at the end of the day, isn’t that kind of the point? To keep searching and working for more? I am thankful we have a roof over our heads and despite the things I’d change about our house if I had a blank check, I feel really excited about this latest project. You didn’t think I could have another kid without doing some home remodeling did you? That’s what I said to Scott when I suggested that we add a loft above the closet in the girls’ room. I am on to the fact that his general response to my desperate requests for canvas storage containers and more training underwear for a certain toddler is usually “Whatever you need”. Bless him. He is definitely getting into heaven before I am.
A twin bed for Sprout was our original plan, but we couldn’t ignore all that usable space above the closet. Kids and beds and ladders seem to have been a happy combination for centuries, so we called the carpenter, vacated the space and hoped for something that looked like my Pinterest fantasies. This is the end result. We’re really happy with it and best of all, so is Sprout! She asked to take her nap up in her loft today. We went through her usual routine (stories, kisses, “muggas”, hugs and “tuck in” for Mermaid and Baby and her) and then she read a little and went to sleep. This is only day one, but I feel like the transition to this new “big girl bed” will be much easier for all involved (including my fragile mamma heart) if she initiates it herself. Of course, the big test will really be to see how she sleeps when there is a crying, grunting infant learning how to sleep in there too.