Again, sorry for the slow posting.
I've finished the paperwork and sent it in.
And we've also swapped bedrooms.
The latter is why I'm sore. It sounds like a simple operation - take all the stuff in our room, move it to their room, and vice versa. And yet. It's never really that easy, is it?
First, we're not just moving rooms, but kind of blending them. The girls have been in our room since birth. So it was really our and their room. Two queen sized beds, built in, with padded headboards on three sides (also built in, with shelving behind to make up for lack of bedside table. So, rip-out and patching required.
And then there's the castle problem. See, a year or so ago, we redid the boys' room to look like the inside of a castle. It worked really well.
Photos of old room below:
We got lucky - my sister-in-law spotted a home fabrics store that was going out of business, so I was able to buy the coolest castle-y-est fabrics. The curtains are velvet in a rich Arabian-style carpet pattern, for example. And huge tassels! Tassels for 45 cents... yeah, that's in my budget!
But. Now we're swapping rooms. Different number of windows. Other room painted, um, yellow.
So, rip out, patch, repaint, install new fixtures.
And add another bunk bed. And put in a new door. And try to get enough bureaus in. And sew new curtains. And then try to convince everyone to actually sleep there, since our room now has just ONE queen sized bed. We did tuck the other queen mattress under the one bunkbed, sticking out (the long way) so there's a nice place for a grownup to sleep in their room if needed (curled up, but comfy). Otherwise, it's seating.
It looks great. I'm better at the faux stone. We installed the IKEA kids lights that look like torches and flicker, too. Cool all over - because really, if we're going to try to ease them into their own space (they've really been sleeping 'apart' in our bed for a while, and sleep in their own beds at my mom's house), a carrot is better than a stick. Underneath that, though, is the sense that a child's room should be magical, somehow - special, or private, or funny, or eclectic, but special. This is the 'special' that I know how to do. It's a matter of Respect and Kindness to make their room as lovely as possible, since that's what they enjoy.
But today I'm sore. Ep is upstairs soaking in the tub - he did more of the heavy lifting and assembly (with help yesterday from his dad), so he's been working the muscles that were more accustomed to sitting at a desk or doing site surveys - not sedentary entirely, but definitely not light construction.
And we still have more to go. There is stuff that will need to be donated (amazing how much amasses and just sits there!), and stuff to be put back, and ... sigh. Good thing we have a weekend ahead... (and weeks of evenings sorting out).