The darling twins came home to a new room.
They are still not thrilled with the changes.
The most disturbing part for Wizzy has been the moving of their beds.
She has said at least three times…
“I know we’re in college and will only be home for 3 months but why did you have to take the other bed out the room?”
“But Mom, why did you have to take a BED out?”
“Seriously Mom, why is one of our beds in the basement?”
Another traumatic event I can be blamed for pretty much through eternity.
I take full responsibility and it’s probably wrong but I still feel pretty good about the new arrangement.
Call me mean. Oh wait, they already do.
Hey, maybe this is why she has been sleeping at other people’s houses?
TV is moved up from the basement. They’ve never had a TV in their room. That’s another good reason why this is now called the lounge.
Video game system – again never allowed on any TV in our house – now hooked up since they bought it while they were at college.
The benefits of being the last born and old rules flying out the window because you have three older siblings.
Futon is ordered. They are guests in our home and we have invited them to use the lounge until they head back to college in August. I think it’s pretty generous.
The cleaning and fumigating and throwing away and sweeping and mopping and sorting and disinfecting and organizing, etc., took us many weekends. I’ll save pictures of that for another day.
We really like the lounge. Scary Baby likes the lounge. The Grunter likes the lounge.
And I don’t really see what the big deal is about with one twin bed.
It made me think of my “You’re Gonna Miss This” post from last year as their senior year was ending.
Photo from April 2009
They’ve been sleeping together in a twin bed more than they have slept in separate beds for their whole lives. It’s some kind of twin thing.
Shoot, at our house THREE can fit in a twin bed. They should all be glad they are skinny.
How cute is that on the first night they were home that their favorite brother climbed into bed with them after he got off work to snuggle and talk?
The fleeting moments when they all get along make my heart sing.
Really they do.
Because sometimes it feels like yesterday that those three little people climbed in that same bed and talked and giggled and didn’t have a care in the world.
I’m interested so leave a comment and tell me…
Do you take advantage of the extra space when your college kids head off to school? Did you or are you currently preserving your college kids’ bedrooms? Just curious if I’m in the minority on the room conversion and where I fall on the mean mom scale.
I do want to go on record here and note that I did wait a full year!