When I took the photos of the Happy Buddy’s Big Boy Room, he was swimming at Grammie’s house with his daddy.
With him gone, I set about putting every toy neatly in its place, made the bed up, and even dusted (which – the dusting part – like never happens).
I took my photos.
Then the Happy Buddy came home.
He took one look in his room and said, “Mommy, I don’t like what you did to my bed.”
And then he proceeded to mess up the covers and take every bin, toy, and book off the shelves.
He even turned the plastic sliding board over – just to make his point extra clear.
This is the reality, my friends.
Being kind of a perfectionist/control freak who thrives on order, this kind of scene sometimes overwhelms me to the point of hives.
But then I try to imagine 20 years from now when the Happy Buddy is off at college and I am walking aimlessly around our perfectly ordered, perfectly quiet home wishing for the days when my 3-year-old boy was turning over slides and making giant piles of Matchbox cars for us all to trip over.
Savoring the days of messy…
Happy Big Boy Room Reality-ing!