I was looking around our room today and observing that we have a such a beautiful space to call our own. This is the first time in years we haven't had a tv in our room...experts will say that is a sure fire way to keep the romance fires burning! In our en suite we have a lovely soaker tub with candles all around it. The tub meets up with a huge shower complete with clear glass doors and a rain forest shower head, it's beautifully tiled and could comfortably accommodate 6 people at once! Just gorgeous! It is the first brand new home we have ever lived in and I feel so spoiled.
Then I glance over and my eyes meet "romance killer"....good morning Demi girl!! Yes, the crib is in our room. It started as something so sweet and endearing. Erik wanted to be able to wake up with her in the mornings and stare at her as she slept at night and so I was fine with it. I knew how much he had missed her. Three months later I'm so over it. I tell him weekly..."It is time to lose the roommate!"
A couple of weeks ago I took the situation into my own hands while everyone was busy doing something else. I waded through the pit Taya refers to as her room (she is a total packrat like her daddy). Two hours later, the floors were vacuumed, garbage bags sat outside the door, clothes were all put away, pictures were hung and I was ready to disassemble the crib and plan the wild "party for two" in our room! It was all I had in me to not be wearing lingerie while I took this project on. I was sooooo excited to have the kids all out of our space. I pushed Taya's bed right against the wall...hmmm. I moved it to the other wall...ok. I call for Erik, "Babe, how many square feet is Taya's room? Do you think she really needs a dresser?"
The new plan. Erik is going to be developing the basement when we have the money and building 2 more bedrooms. So, I will wait and be patient and enjoy waking up to our sweet girl say "hi" for a few more months. But, it did get me thinking. A lot of times the one room of the house that is not pulled together is the parent's bedroom. I have seen one of my girl friends declare it the "laundry room" folding station and how could you not with 7 unfolded loads sitting like a mountain on the bed? Often, it's the last room I get to on a cleaning day. Why make the bed...we are going to get back in it? At another friends house I have seen it be a dumping ground for things that should technically go in the garage. Unless you really are having a romantic rendezvous once a week in the pup tent that's set up in the corner of the room it probably doesn't belong there. This post is not to be judgemental of other's standards of housekeeping. I just think it is the one place in the house you can stake a claim. I look forward to doing just that. Making a room that is a place we like to relax in. A place that it calming and relaxing. A room for a lot of lovin!
Once I have achieved that I will post pictures. Right now, the soaker tub has 5 barbies waiting for the next tub time. There is a basket of laundry by the door, dolls on the floor and the bed is not made...thank goodness there is a fireplace in the living room!
If it is available to you. Make your room "your space", a place that can be a romantic getaway. A few candles, chocolate, massage oil, music. Sounds like a whole lot of fun to me!