Thursday, June 07, 2012

I don't want to hear any talking... or laughing... or jumping...

     Although the parting bedtime instructions remain the same, the Sutherlun children have a new room of their own.
     Fitting 3 (and potentially 4) children in one room, along with their dressers, beds, a selection of toys and (unpurge-able) beloved stuffed animals requires a room of decent size. Falling exhausted into a full-size bed for a meager,inevitably interrupted 6 hours of "sleep" does not require a big room. So, about 7 months ago, Joshua and I (with some help from his dad, of course) undertook our last big renovation project - switching our room to the guest room and giving the master bedroom to the little people. Even with remaking the closet/closet doorway I thought this would be a fairly simple, quick project. My husband, however (and I'm thankful for this, truly), is a bit of a perfectionist. Walls were patched and mudded and textured and primed and painted. Woodwork was sanded and smoothed and primed and painted. Bunkbeds (the ones Joshua's dad made for them as children and then remade for our children - THANK YOU, DAD!)were sanded and packed and shipped from Texas and primed and painted and assembled.
     Perhaps you have noticed my use of the passive voice in those preceding sentences. That's because I was mostly passive. I painted a little bit and made a couple crafts to decorate the room. I was not inactive, however - my job was occupying the children anywhere but the room under construction while Joshua spent hours days, and a lot of late nights, working on the two rooms.
     We are really happy with the results: