is differeent. strange; busy, jam-packed with activities, and nice. I mean really nice, it seems odd that being a single parent, and running a business on my own is so much easier than how my life was before. Things happen in my house now that never would have happened before.
For instance, That Man took the bed, our marrital bed that we had bought on credit when we were engaged. It was a queen sized bed, the biggest bed I (or anyone in my family for that matter) had ever had. But somhow it was never big enough. I was told to stay on my side of the imaginary line drawn down teh middle, was scolded when I crossed over (even though he could cross when ever he wanted) and if any child for any reason came to our bed, be it a breast feeding babe or a little sickie needing comfort, they had to fit on my side with me. We couldn't cross over. Their were nights when I had a breastfeeding babe and a little sickie crammed on to my side with me. Then their were the sheets and the comforters. He always choose them, or got the final say in how they looked. In over 10 years all of our bed sets were some shade of red sometimes with gold accents. Once he was finally out, and he asked for it, I just let him take it, I didn't want to fight over it.
I then slept on an ai-rmattress for almost a month. a crappy full sized air-mattress on the floor of my room, that had a leak in it. I exchanged it for a new one that also got a leak in it. The dogs piled on it, the kids jumped on it, it slid around the room, it was cold, and I was worried about putting the baby on it, and worst of all, I would wake up in the middle of the night with my butt touching the ground and have to pump it back up again just to have my but touch the ground again by morning. After a month of this, it was clear I was going to need a bed sooner rather than later.
I went out to one of the storage sheds where the bed-frame to my parents marital bed was stored. I gathered up the pieces with the help of my eldest son (a strong 9 year old farm boy) and we brought them inside. 6 pieces; 4 antique cast iron pieces make up the head and foot boards and the side rails and 2 sheets of plywood lay down to support the mattress. The plywood has a love note written to my mom on it by my dad, apparently he bought it as a gift to her. I looked it over and got to work (after calling my mom for her okay. I removed and polished the brass tubes and knobs, I wire brushed the cast iron frame pieces, I took them down cellar and primed and painted them with a new coat of hammered black spray paint. I put on coat after coat - i think I used over 5 bottles of paint, then I dragged them upstairs and sat them up in my room. I didn't put it where the marital bed used to sit large and over whelming his side next to the door and mine in the coldest corner, but rather I sat it up with the head near a window to look out and the foot to the door to see the hallway and the childrens rooms. I ordered a mattress off of walmart.com, my mom and her assistant bought me a big heavy beige Mexican plush blanket, and brown fleece sheets and I went shopping.
I looked all over online for what I could afford and what I wanted, then I went to the mall and searched through ending up at Target. A set of spring sheets, a bed skirt, a set of euro shams, 4 pillows and a duvet cover and a lightweight comforter was what I got. The colors neutral yet inviting, off white, and a muted tealy blue green. I sat up the bed. And we all fell in love with it..
It is dubbed the cozy bed, even now with the down comforter and duvet removed. Nightly I either have to return kids to their beds to get into mine, or wake up surrounded by them. Some days when I pick my 4 year old pumpkin pie up from school the first thing she does is be-line for my bed to sit in it, all cozied up with blankets and the computer. Even the 1 year old baby tucks herself in, it is the cutest thing, she crawls over in between the pillows and pulls the blankets up and smiles.
I am so happy for the small joys in my life that I am getting to experience. Things like my cozy bed. Where I can cross the imaginary invisible fine, where nursing babes and sickies can all come for cuddles and somewhere I want to be.
For instance, That Man took the bed, our marrital bed that we had bought on credit when we were engaged. It was a queen sized bed, the biggest bed I (or anyone in my family for that matter) had ever had. But somhow it was never big enough. I was told to stay on my side of the imaginary line drawn down teh middle, was scolded when I crossed over (even though he could cross when ever he wanted) and if any child for any reason came to our bed, be it a breast feeding babe or a little sickie needing comfort, they had to fit on my side with me. We couldn't cross over. Their were nights when I had a breastfeeding babe and a little sickie crammed on to my side with me. Then their were the sheets and the comforters. He always choose them, or got the final say in how they looked. In over 10 years all of our bed sets were some shade of red sometimes with gold accents. Once he was finally out, and he asked for it, I just let him take it, I didn't want to fight over it.
I then slept on an ai-rmattress for almost a month. a crappy full sized air-mattress on the floor of my room, that had a leak in it. I exchanged it for a new one that also got a leak in it. The dogs piled on it, the kids jumped on it, it slid around the room, it was cold, and I was worried about putting the baby on it, and worst of all, I would wake up in the middle of the night with my butt touching the ground and have to pump it back up again just to have my but touch the ground again by morning. After a month of this, it was clear I was going to need a bed sooner rather than later.
I went out to one of the storage sheds where the bed-frame to my parents marital bed was stored. I gathered up the pieces with the help of my eldest son (a strong 9 year old farm boy) and we brought them inside. 6 pieces; 4 antique cast iron pieces make up the head and foot boards and the side rails and 2 sheets of plywood lay down to support the mattress. The plywood has a love note written to my mom on it by my dad, apparently he bought it as a gift to her. I looked it over and got to work (after calling my mom for her okay. I removed and polished the brass tubes and knobs, I wire brushed the cast iron frame pieces, I took them down cellar and primed and painted them with a new coat of hammered black spray paint. I put on coat after coat - i think I used over 5 bottles of paint, then I dragged them upstairs and sat them up in my room. I didn't put it where the marital bed used to sit large and over whelming his side next to the door and mine in the coldest corner, but rather I sat it up with the head near a window to look out and the foot to the door to see the hallway and the childrens rooms. I ordered a mattress off of walmart.com, my mom and her assistant bought me a big heavy beige Mexican plush blanket, and brown fleece sheets and I went shopping.
I looked all over online for what I could afford and what I wanted, then I went to the mall and searched through ending up at Target. A set of spring sheets, a bed skirt, a set of euro shams, 4 pillows and a duvet cover and a lightweight comforter was what I got. The colors neutral yet inviting, off white, and a muted tealy blue green. I sat up the bed. And we all fell in love with it..
It is dubbed the cozy bed, even now with the down comforter and duvet removed. Nightly I either have to return kids to their beds to get into mine, or wake up surrounded by them. Some days when I pick my 4 year old pumpkin pie up from school the first thing she does is be-line for my bed to sit in it, all cozied up with blankets and the computer. Even the 1 year old baby tucks herself in, it is the cutest thing, she crawls over in between the pillows and pulls the blankets up and smiles.
I am so happy for the small joys in my life that I am getting to experience. Things like my cozy bed. Where I can cross the imaginary invisible fine, where nursing babes and sickies can all come for cuddles and somewhere I want to be.
