Seven Rooms, Seven Days - The Master Bedroom
This is it! The last room in my challenge to myself. Oh, how wonderful it feels.
I feel a need to write something by way of preface before I reveal our Inner Sanctum to you all, friends and strangers alike. My vision for our bedroom is to have a child-free area of respite and retreat for The Coach and I. Long about this time last year, I had finally accomplished that. I had moved all things D out of our room and every night I would buzz through there, a whirlwind picking up sippy cups and dolls and dinosaurs and books and tiny socks and diapers . . . you get the picture. We did a wonderful job of keeping our room ours . . . until September 7th when we brought home a sweet new roomie. As I explained in my post about the girls' rooms, AJ pretty much lives in our room, so it's extra challenging to keep our master bedroom from morphing into a gigantic nursery.
Also, our bedroom furniture is funny. Very early married chic, if you don't mind the fact that we're coming up on our ten year anniversary. It's mis-matched and handed-down, but it works.
BEFORE
Upon entering the chaos
You gotta watch out for those water bottles, girls. They will procreate behind your back when you aren't watching. And yes, that would be a Playstation next to the TV. But it doubles as our DVD player, so it's okay.
(And what on earth is that between those water bottles? *blush blush* Good thing my mother isn't reading!)
My "reading nook." Calm and peaceful, right?
The baby corner
I know, I know. I'm supposed to make my bed every morning as soon as I get up, right? Rarely happens. The bed serves as a nursing station/changing table so mostly I don't bother. 
AFTER
Somehow, I didn't get pictures of the entire room or of the entire made bed, but hopefully these will give you a glimpse of our tidied up boudoir
And here's a bonus for ya'll! The Coach and I - our engagement picture. Almost ten years ago. Where has the time gone? *sigh*
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All in all, what a week it has been!! When my house is in order, I am reminded again of why the FLY in FLY Lady stands for "Finally Loving Yourself." When my house is manageable - not perfect, just workable - then I find I feel so good about myself and the work I am doing at home. I don't mope around, depressed about how bad things have gotten and how paralyzed I seem to be to do anything to change it.
Seven days. Seven days of focus, discipline, and work. Thank you all, each one of you, for cheering me on. You have no idea how encouraging you have been to me! In my life offline, I struggle with transparency and vulnerability, preferring to keep my messes behind closed doors. Why is it so much easier to be real at my keyboard than it is to be real face-to-face?
Something for me to ponder on later. Right now, I have some picking up to do!
(And hopefully very soon, I will get to go watch The Story of Stuff, based on Jen's recommendation. Looks good!)
