I've been cleaning out closets. Again. Filling up bags with stuff and hoping for a D.I. drive soon. I've painted dressers, benches, walls, tore down a 12 foot rock wall in one room, cut it apart and hung parts of it back up in another, rearranged rooms, filled nail holes, and discovered a "space" for the boys. Their very own loft. It's in A and G's room but G and J are having the time of their lives.
"Mom, look at us. But hurry, because it's kind of scary since half our bodies are hanging off!"
Check out J's smile. It says it all. It tells me that all the hard work was worth it.
I can't get them down from there. They talk of having a television and a fridge up there. "Slow down there boys," I tell them. For now, there's a little more space in this house. I'm happy. I'm blessed. My space?...a bubble bath! aww!!