The Big Project That Ended All Big Projects.

Breathe a sigh of relief, 'cause I'm not gonna throw another pity party,

BUT, just know, that if I had this project to do over, I would do it one million times different. And one million times better.

Yes, I'm saying I learned a lot. Yes, I'm saying it's a hot mess.

But my lil man has been sleeping in his new bed for 2 weeks, and he ain't complaining.

Let me level with you. This project was mucho expenseevo.

But look at the state of his old bed. Little fart knockers.

And the way I see it: I'd have spent more heading to the local furniture store buying him a nice bed.

It's those kinds of rationalizations that help me sleep better.

Know what I love about my 8 year old?

He's not too old, hence his favorite books. Aren't the "David" books awesome?

And he's not too young. Brought a lot of my childhood faves from the 'rents house for him to enjoy.

And we re-hee-heally need to move past the "pillow pet" obsession in this house.


Ever gone through a phase where you refuse to spend cash on little, decorative tchotchkes?


I'm at that phase right now. I just dug up our own junk to put in his little bookshelves.

One day, the hubs'll even install a light overhead.

He washed his hands of this entire project, but he did condescend to put in the light for me, 'cause as we all know: I don't do electrical.

And so, from a trashy little playroom,

a little boy's Bed Nook was born.

Or a window bed.

Or a total piece of crap. Whatever you wanna call it.