When we found out we were expecting another
baby we decided that Katrina and Samuel
would share a bedroom until the baby was big
enough to share with either Katrina or Samuel,
depending on whether the baby was a girl or a boy.
When we found out in March the baby we are expecting is a boy
I began to plan the combined room.
I consulted with various friends and even purchased some bedding.
The bedding that I ordered was not at all
what I expected and took it back immediately.
I quickly became obsessed.
To the point of being maddening!
I am convinced I saw all the possible bedding options
under the sun.
Finally, after several weeks of this obsessive behavior,
my dearest and closest friend and advocate
said to me one morning in the bathroom,
(if you haven't figured out who my dearest and closest advocate is,
it is Pancho, my husband!)
"I am going to paint the kids' combined room tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" I said.
"You can't! I don't have the bedding. I don't know what color
we would paint."
He calmly responded to my mini-outburst,
"Figure it out because I am painting tomorrow and
if you don't decide on the paint, I will."
I was upset.
I was hurt.
I was stressed.
So, after he left for work that Friday morning I loaded up the
kids and drove to Target.
I went up and down the aisles we had been up and down many times
during these obsessive couple of weeks.
I had so many different comforters and sheets sets in the cart there
was no room for more.
Katrina said, "Mom, are we really buying all of this?"
To make this long story a tiny bit shorter, I will say that we
decided to stick with what Katrina was already using in her
room and to buy something simple for Samuel.
We got sheets that had coordinating colors and went to
Menards to find the paint.
We picked out two really, really bright colors and
Pancho painted the walls.
In the end we all really enjoy the room.
In the end I am so thankful that Pancho saw me spiraling
downward and put a stop to it.
He is my greatest advocate and saw a weakness in me and
stepped in to remedy it.
What more could a woman ask for in a husband?
We have a bit of accessorizing to do but the kids
have totally loved sharing a room and the bunks.
baby we decided that Katrina and Samuel
would share a bedroom until the baby was big
enough to share with either Katrina or Samuel,
depending on whether the baby was a girl or a boy.
When we found out in March the baby we are expecting is a boy
I began to plan the combined room.
I consulted with various friends and even purchased some bedding.
The bedding that I ordered was not at all
what I expected and took it back immediately.
I quickly became obsessed.
To the point of being maddening!
I am convinced I saw all the possible bedding options
under the sun.
Finally, after several weeks of this obsessive behavior,
my dearest and closest friend and advocate
said to me one morning in the bathroom,
(if you haven't figured out who my dearest and closest advocate is,
it is Pancho, my husband!)
"I am going to paint the kids' combined room tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" I said.
"You can't! I don't have the bedding. I don't know what color
we would paint."
He calmly responded to my mini-outburst,
"Figure it out because I am painting tomorrow and
if you don't decide on the paint, I will."
I was upset.
I was hurt.
I was stressed.
So, after he left for work that Friday morning I loaded up the
kids and drove to Target.
I went up and down the aisles we had been up and down many times
during these obsessive couple of weeks.
I had so many different comforters and sheets sets in the cart there
was no room for more.
Katrina said, "Mom, are we really buying all of this?"
To make this long story a tiny bit shorter, I will say that we
decided to stick with what Katrina was already using in her
room and to buy something simple for Samuel.
We got sheets that had coordinating colors and went to
Menards to find the paint.
We picked out two really, really bright colors and
Pancho painted the walls.
In the end we all really enjoy the room.
In the end I am so thankful that Pancho saw me spiraling
downward and put a stop to it.
He is my greatest advocate and saw a weakness in me and
stepped in to remedy it.
What more could a woman ask for in a husband?
We have a bit of accessorizing to do but the kids
have totally loved sharing a room and the bunks.
















