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Yes, the cat has her own room. She has a litter box, and a full-sized dresser; she even knows how to open the drawers. Clothing we store in those drawers are "embellished" with
Why all of this upheaval? Have I lost my mind completely and learned to embrace the domestic arts? Am I on a cleaning jag?
Nope, but I will be doing lots of cleaning. Next month, Shannon, Aaron, Jordyn and Cameron will be visiting us for a week. We haven't seen them in almost three years. We have lots of fun activities planned, and I can't wait to make up for all the Grandma time I've missed.
I figured that Shannon and Aaron, at least, deserved the privacy of a bedroom. The kids will be sleeping on air mattresses in the living room.
Negotiations are now taking place about the final destination of the desk. The Mister's original thought was to
Assuming our negotiations are successful (meaning that I get my way), the man cave will become a lovely guest room, and the master bedroom will not become the Family Repository of Worthless Junk that We May Use One of These Days.
Instead of the man cave looking like this (not his actual desk, but you get the idea):
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we'll eventually have this.
The bed frame is in boxes, the mattress/box springs are leaning against the wall. Once we dispatch with the desk, room preparations will begin in earnest. We have about 3.5 weeks to get this place in shape.
And in two weeks, The Mister and The Boy will be home with me, full-time.
I fear that I may need my own inner sanctum.