I am just so glad it's Friday. I can't tell y'all how exhausted I am. Which is strange, really, considering that's only been the last two weeks that Jayci has started sleeping from 8pm straight through to 8am. That's 12 uninterrupted hours. Which means I, personally, get about 8 hours of sleep every night. So riddle me this: why do I NOW feel like I've been hit by a truck. Every night. Things were much better when I was sleeping in 2 hour bursts. I should have another baby and go back to that. Or not.
Oops I rambled again. That's so highly unusual for me . . .
Here's Jayci's room - which Adam and I lovingly prepared for her. Let's hope she still likes it when she's 18, because I am not painting again. This is her "changing table" (which is a dresser from the antique store that I LOVE)
The kiddos we work with downtown are always so amazed that Jayci has her own room. A room that was decorated and lovingly prepared with her in mind. The kids who have their own rooms downtown, have rooms with blank walls and dingy mattresses, usually on the floor, made up with hand-me-down, unkept bedding and errant springs poking through. . . So seeing the room I prepared for Jayci shows them how much I love her and couldn't wait for her arrival. They cannot fathom such love. Or understand that it's the same kind of love they deserve. I wish I could prepare a room for every single one of them. And decorate each one especially for them. Pink frills for Samaya and yellow flowers for Kimmera. Basketball for Sabo, baseball for Sincere, and football for Zack. . . .
I want my kiddos to know that they, in fact, do have a room being prepared for them by a loving Father. A room that bears their name. A room made specifically for them. One that matches their needs and personality, even more perfectly that Extreme Home Makeover's highly thematic rooms. A room that is housed in a mansion of gold on streets of rubies. . .