The obligatory disclaimer: This is Paul. Kristen is kind enough to not mind when I post occasionally. In fact, she doesn't even edit or censor me (too much).
Anyway ... In case you haven't noticed our household has come down with a serious case of the
crafties. Ok, well, not so much the house as the matriarch. As of late, anything that is not exactly as she likes it gets spray painted. Now that I think about it, I am surprised she hasn't sprayed me yet!
I got home from work around 7 PM the other night. While this isn't horribly uncommon; the fact that Kristen and the kids weren't waiting at the door was. Typically, Dallin and Ellie won't even let me put away my backpack or hang up my keys before wrestling me to the ground with their hugs (I act a little put out by it, but I really look forward to it every single day).
I walked into the house. Put my backpack and keys away and tried to figure out where my family was. I walked upstairs and discovered mass hysteria-- in the form of Dallin and Ellie's rooms being merged.
Our house is a three bedroom and when Ellie was born Dallin moved from the nursery (so to speak) and into our office/library/computer/sewing/scrap booking/Spare Oom. Kristen's old stomping ground had been taken over by a three year old. At the time it really wasn't that big of a deal as we were still busy with Ellie as a newborn and our spare time was still being eaten by our old friend DVR. But in this post-newborn Ellie/DVR world we now live in, Kristen had determined that enough was enough.
By 9:00 PM we had the kid's new, shared room completed and the other room a complete wreck. It took a few more days, but the new office/library/computer/sewing/scrap booking/spare oom (anyone catch the reference?) is now complete.
The door is closed and the kids are not allowed in (although this rule has only loosely been enforced). Kristen and I have a new Lair. Okay, okay. So it is really Kristen's crafty lair, but she may let me in once in a while.