My house. My home.

Bless the my children for teaching me and reminding me, sometimes daily, of what matters.  I'm talking about my house.  My home is my 'place'.  The place I run to.  My sanctuary. 

When I began working strictly from home, it became much, much more.  Some days, I don't leave home because, well, I can't.  I get wrapped up in working all morning.  By noon, with Mimi, if it ain't done, it probably ain't gettin' done.  With big kids activities in afternoon & evening, I try to stay close to home in the afternoon -- if not for napping, then for QT.  It's a tradition in my home.  Every day.  QT.  It stands for Quiet Time.  Eveyone has QT.  Every day.  For some amount of time, at least 30 minutes, more if you'd like -- everyone has QT.   We're in QT now.  I'm blogging, Big is on the sofa reading, Middle is in her bed playing with the iPad, Little is lego-ing & Mimi is napping.  Moose is next to the ottoman.  Tana is on the rug at the back door.  QT is mandatory.  And daily. 

Back to the point.  Last summer, the kids played musical rooms.  Big moved downstairs, Little took her room, Mimi took his.  Middle was the only one who stayed put and had no changes.  This year, she claimed to be ready for a move.  So, downstairs to the big girls' apartment she went.  Last year, I let the kids pick their paint colors.  We painted.  And decorated.  And moved furniture.  So, only fitting this year to let Middle pick her paint colors.  And, eureka sue, did she ever. 

Side note:  Thank you, Middle, for reminding me that it is, indeed, YOUR room, YOUR space & YOUR decision.

Forty dollars in paint & supplies later, we have a very pink and purple bedroom.  Pink and purple dots on the ceiling, purple curtains, pink & purple lava lamp.  It's very . . . . well, pink and purple.  It's very, well, er, um . . not my color pallate.  But then again, it's her space.   And, what's important . . . is that SHE loves HER space.