Another thing I don't concern myself with is home decor. Don't get me wrong, I would love my house to look like a magazine. But I don't have the time, money, or energy to make it so. My motto is "clean enough to be healthy, messy enough to keep me sane." Sometimes I forget my motto, and that makes me grumpy with all the little people who thwart my attempts to have a spotless home. So I deal with the mess and try and teach good habits such as "don't put it down, put it away" and "a place for everything, and everything in its place." I also try not to keep stuff. In fact, I hate stuff. That sounds like a good title for a Berenstain Bear's book: "The Berenstain Bears and too much stuff!"
This post is wandering in a direction I hadn't intended. I wanted to talk about nurseries. You know, the kind that mommies-to-be dream and then create as the perfect haven for their little ones. I think those beautiful nurseries are great, but not something I could ever create. There are a few reasons for that. One, we already have four kids. Even when we had 1 baby, we lived in a one-bedroom apartment. No room for a nursery. Then we moved to a two-bedroom apartment and got Alana a crib. I was very good with her about not bringing her to bed with me. We still have the crib she slept in. It is set up right next to my bed. But Seth rarely sleeps in it. Esther almost never slept in a crib. Charlotte rarely did.
Somehow I became a bed-sharing mama. A nursery would be superfluous at this point. Esther still sleeps with me. I try to start Seth out in his crib, but within an hour or two he fusses and I'm too tired to do anything but bring him to bed with me.
Someday I might design a room for my kids that is awesome. Like this one. But for now I will enjoy the fact that my kids want to snuggle me, even at night.
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