When we got up Saturday morning, we decided enough was enough. After increasingly frequent wake-up calls from both girls, that were stretching longer and longer, we decided they needed their own space. So we claimed the spare room as the master bedroom (which I believe is its actual purpose), put Kiddo in our room and Babs stayed where she was.
I look at our old room, that is still tight quarters with just a twin bed pushed into the corner, and wonder how we fit two adults in there. I look at our new room, that still has the computer and piano in it, as well as random other things and wonder how to find room for us.
But, Kiddo is no longer waking up at night (mostly). And Babs, well, let's not talk about how before the great switch-up she was sleeping through the night, until Kiddo woke her up, but now isn't anymore, and is now sick, so retraining her will have to wait. My dreams of consistent rest are still being deferred.
The most awkward part of the whole move is that we couldn't finish the move (put away all the displaced things) on Saturday, because either me or my husband was off all afternoon helping people from church. We only got the beds moved by putting Kiddo to bed rather late. Maybe next Saturday.
