Thursday, July 23, 2009

My Own Worst Enemy

Recently on a Target field trip, Julian stopped to admire a quilt she saw. Of course this was followed by the inevitable "Can we paint our room?" I really don't know why she asked, but she must really enjoy the whole "I sponge painted this room by hand when I was 38 weeks pregnant with you and your father was at his Fantasy Football Draft" guilt trip.
This time, however, she caught me at a moment of weakness. Or perhaps I was having a small stroke. Either way, I said yes. And thus it began.....

Even though she had seen the quilt she loved at Target, we HAD to check all of the other stores near us on the off chance the even more perfect bedding was there. THEN we had to coordinate Janey's bedding without getting the SAME as Julian's. Because THAT would totally make the whole room suck.

They picked their bedding choices, and wouldn't you know it, they were the FIRST two we had seen. Lesson learned there. No options next time! They both decided on a teal color with no argument. I think they sensed the impending explosion of their mother's head. Julian and Janey then proceeded to stand under my paint ladder and berate me for not allowing them to paint. Janey did take a break from that to sing me some songs she made up. Over and over and over.

In the hopes of NEVER HAVING TO SHOP AGAIN I made some wall art with frames we had, scrapbook paper, and Ikea (yes....I had to have SOME fun doing this!) postcards.

and sewed the curtains, since matching was an issue. I conned Tucker into taking Janey to PetCo so Julian and I could QUICKLY pick out fabric. Now Janey is pissed she can't have a new kitten, but, oh well.

I know, I know...can't stand my craftiness. Steve came home to find dinner cooking, the ironing board out, and the sewing machine going full tilt. Just call me Martha. Well, Martha-that-a-bomb-dropped-on-the-rest-of-her-house actually. Their room may look good, but its gonna take me a while to deal with all the collateral damage.

We shuffled and donated a lot of stuff (junk). The girlies each now have a desk area from where they can send each other to detention while playing school. (TRUST ME...this is a school you never want to attend!!)

And though my knee is swollen beyond belief from my many trips up and down ladders and steps, it is well worth to see the happy faces. They must REALLY like it since they have been making their beds each day!

Sweet Dreams!