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Dec. 28th, 2008 08:24 pmMy Christmas present from Grant is a coupon in my stocking good for the kind of bed I've always wanted - which he always heard me say was "four poster". Now that he's seen examples, though, he says the style I'm after is actually "sex den". He claims that when we give people tours of the house, they'll say, "Oh, THAT'S why you have five kids" when they get to the bedroom. This reaction was after I showed him my top choice:
I have to admit, I got all my ideas about cool beds from Anne Rice novels. Speaking of which, I'm reading the Twilight series now, and my gosh is it tedious to deal with all this sexual tension and vampire struggle without any hope of an actual erotic scene. Cursed young adult pish posh. Not to mention, blood typing in biology class? Paper cuts that ooze? Really? Anyway...
We went today, while Jake and Isaac cuddled under blankets watching movies at Oma's house, and Ananda and Aaron played with Robbie and Patrice, and we took Elise and actually picked out this:
But King Size, like our mattress on the floor now is, and we're going to have it with this fabric on it:
I think it'll be rather smashing with our light wood floors, turquoise-gradient walls, and semi-coordinating Craiglist'd armoire and dresser. It makes me think of staying at The Westin, and Rooms to Go agrees with my perspective, since the bed is called the "Key West" canopy bed.
I mean, really, the Key West bed. Come on.
I'm feeling disheveled and wrecked, I keep being on the sudden verge of tears even though I'm happy. Resurfaced memories, tons of creative energy...I'm living in floor length dresses and long thin sweaters with my hair down, because it makes me feel safe, like I'm cocooning. I was drawing in a sketchbook while I cooked dinner tonight - this dinner.
I'm so full of so much anger. I read the bible and it says, you shouldn't hate anyone, but then I remember, and. Well. It's good that I'm not God.
I'm all aching for this time that's long past, so much guilt, so many regrets, so. much. guilt.
I went through all five of my kids' old baby clothes, and I kept getting taken aback, caught off guard. I'm still tired from that hour of sorting that happened yesterday.
And it's so good to have Grant home. He understands everything. It's so...easy...to just talk to him. Like thinking, with a resolution.
I have counseling tomorrow, and I'm afraid, and eager. Counseling and writing with my laptop. I'm afraid and eager for both.
I have to admit, I got all my ideas about cool beds from Anne Rice novels. Speaking of which, I'm reading the Twilight series now, and my gosh is it tedious to deal with all this sexual tension and vampire struggle without any hope of an actual erotic scene. Cursed young adult pish posh. Not to mention, blood typing in biology class? Paper cuts that ooze? Really? Anyway...
We went today, while Jake and Isaac cuddled under blankets watching movies at Oma's house, and Ananda and Aaron played with Robbie and Patrice, and we took Elise and actually picked out this:
But King Size, like our mattress on the floor now is, and we're going to have it with this fabric on it:
I think it'll be rather smashing with our light wood floors, turquoise-gradient walls, and semi-coordinating Craiglist'd armoire and dresser. It makes me think of staying at The Westin, and Rooms to Go agrees with my perspective, since the bed is called the "Key West" canopy bed.
I mean, really, the Key West bed. Come on.
I'm feeling disheveled and wrecked, I keep being on the sudden verge of tears even though I'm happy. Resurfaced memories, tons of creative energy...I'm living in floor length dresses and long thin sweaters with my hair down, because it makes me feel safe, like I'm cocooning. I was drawing in a sketchbook while I cooked dinner tonight - this dinner.
I'm so full of so much anger. I read the bible and it says, you shouldn't hate anyone, but then I remember, and. Well. It's good that I'm not God.
I'm all aching for this time that's long past, so much guilt, so many regrets, so. much. guilt.
I went through all five of my kids' old baby clothes, and I kept getting taken aback, caught off guard. I'm still tired from that hour of sorting that happened yesterday.
And it's so good to have Grant home. He understands everything. It's so...easy...to just talk to him. Like thinking, with a resolution.
I have counseling tomorrow, and I'm afraid, and eager. Counseling and writing with my laptop. I'm afraid and eager for both.
