Okay, The Boss didn't really need a new bed.
But it was FREE, and it is a loft bed which she has wanted for a long time!
I can totally rationalize this by saying if I get rid of the old bed, there is no clutter left behind. Right?
I totally failed you! I also bought some cute wall stickers that she can decorate around her bed with so she has something to look at.
I'm actually not sorry at all. The bed is great for her and I will pass along her previous daybed to someone who can use it.
I will not keep it around in case we ever turn the office into a guest room.
It has been just over 70 days and I feel surprisingly fine. The only thing I am a little worried about is my closet. I keep having to throw shirts away because of holes in them. I'm not sure where these tiny holes are coming from, but I can only assume that there is a small cartoon mouse family in my closet, living off of my fine taste in clothes.
I may need to up my meds.
Hopefully the weather will change soon and I can pull out the winter wardrobe. Hello, boots and sweaters. I hope those rascally mice haven't already started on my sweaters.
When do clothes become a necessity? While not exactly stylish, yoga pants are certainly an acceptable part of the suburban mom uniform.
What do you think? When would you just have to go shopping for clothes? When you are forced to throw out your favorite tennis because they are now sole less? When you are forced to raid your husbands closet for t shirts since all of yours we eaten by ungrateful cartoon mice?