One month and a few days into our new house adventure and most of the rooms are kind of done. Done enough that there's nothing really terribly offensive (not you kitchen and bathrooms, you are terribly offensive), but still there are things everywhere I look that I want to change big time (just a start, our room needs a headboard, the entryway needs an upgrade from an accident-waiting-to happen glass shelf to a proper console, the guest room needs built ins demoed and needs nightstands, the dining room needs a side table, the kitchen needs a table, the living room needs paint - I can go on, really). Except the boys rooms. Those are mostly mostly done. And, somehow, of all the rooms in the house, the room that is the most finished is occupied by the person that notices that least.
Other then evenually updating the blinds and getting a new ceiling fixture, Lev's room is all set, from the big things, new carpet and wall color, to the little, painted picture frames and little set ups on the built in window credenza.
If only this room wasn't the host of daily "please don't make me go to sleep mommy" nighttime melt downs. Sad face so you can get a taste of what it means to put this poor sad sack to bed. In short: it's so sad!
