The transition

We have a small house. A very small house. I would love to move, but unfortunately we would never be able to make a profit off of this house in the current market. More specifically, we would have to take a loss. Needless to say, we aren't moving any time soon. With baby number three on the way, we decided to buy bunk beds for Porgie and Izzy. The big kids will share a room (for now) and the new baby will get his/her own room. This plan seems fine and dandy, except for the fact that my children have never shared a room in their lives.

Our brand spanking new bunk beds were delivered on Saturday. You have no idea how much my children LOVE their new beds. Porgie is on the top bunk and Izzy is on the bottom. They spent most of the weekend climbing all over their awesome new beds. In fact, they love their new beds and sleeping arrangement so much, that it is virtually impossible for them to fall asleep at night. There is lots of screaming, laughing, and talking going on. But unfortunately, there is very little sleeping.

To my horror, my children are going to sleep extremely late (like around 10pm). And then they are waking up at the butt crack of dawn (around 6:30 am). I am a creature who likes routine, and this deviation in our routine is KILLING me. It is extra bad, because these last few months before the new baby arrives are my final chance for any decent amount of sleep. And my 3 year old and 5 year old are ruining it! It is not fair!

Here is a stock photo of our fabulous new furniture. It cost a pretty penny, but we all love it...