Moving Day Approaches....

After living in a small 2 bedroom apartment with 3 kids for three years we are moving. The new apartment has 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a real dining room, an adult sized kitchen and a decent sized living room. There is even a small pantry and a small linen closet.

I get my own room! I get my own bathroom! I feel like such an adult.

No more being punched or yelled at in unholy hour of 2am by my teenage daughter telling me to stop snoring. No more cultural clash of my mature bedspread clashing with her teenage headache inducing bedspead as our twin bed display the age difference.

No more waking up wondering if that poster is Ashton or Orlando or some other idol of the week. No more feeling like I am in the Land of the Beanie Babies or the Hell of Teenage Angst.

I can now look forward to a room of peace and serenity where the soft shades of my bedspread are echoed in the beautiful pictures on the wall. Where the wide expanse of clean floor gives me room to dance without being laughed at.

Where I can lay at night and read without disturbance. Where I don't have to answer the questions of why boy are such buttheads. No more debates about the purpose of multiplying fractions for life skills. No more agruing that pink strips do not look good with a blue checkered pants (I still think it could work).

My own room....sigh....it's going to be lonely. I think I will go buy a poster of Johnny Depp...