The Smart One and I have been in ongoing negotiations for the past year or so regarding redecorating his room. He has his ideas. I have mine. It's not so much that we can't agree on decor, however, as we can't agree on a timeline. He wants me to redecorate his room without having to put him out. Literally and figuratively. Every time he comes up with a plan, he changes his mind when he realizes he might be displaced to the guest room for a few days.
I was going to tackle the project while he was away for wrestling camp, but I had a pulled muscle in my shoulder and was not up to the job.
Now we are on the subject again. Mainly because he has found a Euro Futon at Target that he really wants. It is black. His room is blue an orange. So I think it is the perfect time to do a quick makeover and incorporate black into his room. He wants black and red. I suggested black and tan with touches of red. He literally curled into a ball laughing at that idea. "TAAAANNNN?! Oh, my gosh!"
So now he is throwing out the idea of blue and red. I could go for that, even though the black Euro Futon will not match well. I have long since given up on having my kids' rooms be the magazine pictures I had planned. Their rooms are their spaces. Their personalities. Their expressions. The kids change their sheets, keep their laundry sorted and, for the most part, keep their messes contained in their own spaces. Most importantly, much tension (and I mean MUCH tension) has been released from our home since I quit hounding them about keeping their rooms in magazine picture condition.
So last night, The Smart One was showing me how he had cleaned his room and repositioned the posters on his wall. He also wanted to show me how he intened to make the futon work in his room. I am skeptical but, like I said, it's his room. Anyway, we got into the discussion again about redecorating and I was laying out my plan for him. Again, he was not happy with the idea of being displaced. He just doesn't think the end result will be worth the hassle. And then he said it.
"Just wait until I leave home to do anything. I'll be gone in a few years anyway."
And that is when I stooped to the floor to gather up the pieces of my heart.
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UGH! What'd he do with the knife afterwards?
I am also in the midst of redecorating Jessica's room. AND...she keeps changing her mind too. I think we've finally settled on a paint color (aqua-ish) and I let her help scrape off the border. She has been displaced to the guest bedroom, but it IS somewhat easier to get a 6-yr. old to do it. Maybe The Smart One can stay over at a friend's house while you work?? OR.....you & I can do a Trading Spaces hing with our kids' rooms - I'm sure Jess would LOVE a room that looked like it came out of a magazine!!!!
YIKES!!
I'm picking up the pieces of MY heart just reading that. Geez ... that puts my late night feedings and potty training bonanza in perspective, eh?
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