A Room of His Own

My youngest son will soon have a room of his own.

When we finish our new master bed room he will be getting our old room.

He keeps asking when.

Soon.

Will I get your bed?

No.

Will I get your tv?

No.

I have been asking him what his favorite colors are and what he would like in his new room.

Orange.


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Not the whole wall of course.
Maybe some horizontal stripes or one wall of vertical stripes.
He also likes blue, so I will do some smaller stripes of that color.

I would also like to try gray along with the orange.
I think it is a color he could grow into and not hate it in a couple of years.

I would love to make him a cool bed for this new room.

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Seeing as we STILL have NOT built the tree house, this might be a temporary compromise.
He is young enough to really appreciate it for many years.


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This bedding would be great to start off with.

Some wall art.
I love the canvas pictures.

I have two vintage scooters that once were hanging in his room when he was a baby.
Now they are just waiting to be hung back up.

He will have his OWN closet.

He will have his OWN cabinet for toys.
His OWN desk.
His Own bookcase.

I have a funny feeling he is going to leave his new room as a play room and sleep in his brother's room.

I'm ok with that too.

At least he will have a place to go that is his OWN.

My Couch Dilemma

Some of you may remember I had posted last week about getting a new mattress delivered. 

Well, I wish I could say I am sleeping better, I AM NOT, but my husband is.

In fact this new foam mattress is like sleeping on a

ROCK!

So, I told him since I am now SLEEPING on the couch, we need a new couch. 

Off to IKEA we go.

I am not a crazy wife, I can go and buy almost anything without his approval, but a couch is not one of them.

Mr. M. sat, laid, flopped and then made the whole family try out both the regular sized couch and the over sized couch in two different styles.  He is still not convinced that we should get a new couch.

  I am not giving up yet.

  I did manage to leave with a few treasures for our home.

Off to Pottery Barn.

You see, he is feeling guilty that I am sleeping on the couch while he has the WHOLE king size bed, well somewhat guilty, we still have the mattress.  Now, I must tell you that our trip to IKEA took over 2 1/2 hours round trip, we had to go to Canada and back and I have to practically beg, plead and promise anything to get anyone to take me there.  Oh and we took the kids, hahahahahaha, insanity has settled in because Mr. M. did not bat an eyelash when I said lets go to Pottery Barn now and try their couches because they are the only other company that sells slipcovered couches that I like.  Meaning in WHITE of course.  Back in the car for another 45 minutes.  We have already gone to the bathroom no less than 5 times and the kids have had snack, lunch and another snack.

ARE WE THERE YET?

ARE WE GOING HOME NOW?

I AM HUNGRY AGAIN!

HE'S TOUCHING ME!

We are now at the Galleria Mall and Mr. M. is trying to find a parking spot at 4:00 on a Saturday, anyone who has shopped there is laughing, kind of like the needle in the hay stack situation.  Finally parked and dragging the kids to the mall.  A smile lights up my face, I see Pottery Barn, oh sigh, I do love the store, even if I only came to LOOK.  All dressed for Thanksgiving and most of the Christmas decorations already displayed.  I try to soak all of the ideas in amongst the pleas of my children that they are hungry, tired, and have to go pee AGAIN.  I made Mr. M. sit on each of the couches.  He says "well of course these feel better than the ones at IKEA, I am exhausted."  Of course I reply "but are they THREE times as better than the IKEA ones?  Because they cost that much more." 

He gave me the look. 

 Time to go home.

I bought some ribbon to decorate for Christmas, gathered a couple of catalogs for the ride and we were on our way home.

So do I make the 6 hour round trip to Pittsburgh and get an Ikea sofa cheaper than the Burlington one or do I stay local, pay three times as much for a Pottery Barn sofa? 

That is the dilemma.  What would you do?