This weekend, we made a big change in our household. We put Biggest and Littlest in the same room. With bunk beds. Now, it is not that we don’t have enough bedrooms for them to have their own rooms. We absolutely do. We just thought it would be good for them to share their room for a while, because both Hubby and I had to do it when we were younger. My sister and I shared a room for a few years. We are both still alive. We still talk to each other.
Of course, in our heads it will be like a scene from “White Christmas”, with Rosemary Clooney and Vera Ellen, dancing around and singing happily. The will grow up closer and stronger because of it. They will do everything together, being best friends forever. That is how it works, right?
Ok. I know. This is not reality. In reality, it will look something more like this:
So until we know the impact of the move to one room, we won’t bother to move any other major furniture, like dressers, from room to room. Our plans for the current empty room can wait until we know for certain its fate. Of course, our plans for that room include turning into the new playroom. After all, it does have a door we can close….but whatever.