But sometimes you are not the only kid, and definitely not the first kid, and your family spends money on braces and flag football registration instead of bedding at Pottery Barn. And if you are, say, the fifth kid, sometimes you don't even have a bedroom. I am a big advocate of stowing your fifth child in a closet. This is Jovies' suite:
Her bedroom is my master closet. It's the best thing ever for our family. Here's why: it's always dark. It's centered in the house away from all the noise and even with my master bedroom door open, she doesn't hear her brothers practicing flag football in the loft. She doesn't hear anything. She sleeps forever in there.
There is a drawback. I lost my master bathroom which is adjacent to the master closet. Losing this thoroughfare during morning school preparations causes backup of Chris Christie proportions. Haha. I couldn't resist. It just means we are all in the other much smaller bathroom. All four kids and one me trying to make sure the hairs on everyone's head and the teeth in everyone's mouth are being attended to. It's worth that drawback though. I'm so glad master closets are so accommodating here in Arizona.
She likes it in there. She's one. She doesn't care that she sleeps in a closet. She doesn't know what a closet is.
In other news from this week: the girl who got holes in her ears last week got a big hole in her mouth.
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Lola slept in our closet for a year and a half. My sister referred to her as our little Harry Potter baby. I tried to explain that my master bedroom closet was a far cry from a spider-filled cubbord under the stairs, but she thought she was incredibly clever, so I let it slide.
She and George are meant to be. We built him his very own closet room!
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