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Boys rooms need cool design too!

I am not sure if I should be envious of parents who have daughters or financially ecstatic to have boys! My son, who needs to have an updated room to reflect his teenage status, is still in progress for a couple of years now. I have been to all kinds of sites trolled enough Pinterest that I should have an award for hours spent yet come away with only one or two pins to show for my time. All the while, being bombarded with beautiful teenage girl rooms with tons of decorative accents in a full range of colors.

To illustrate my point, here is an embarrassing Pinterest moment. My first go on Pinterest I was so excited as I kept finding what I liked only to realize an hour later, I had pinned the same pin with different angles. It was the only pin I could find with a decent design for a young male. Not everyone can or wants to spend a fortune on carpenters, designers, or custom furnishings. What happens to design for boys after the age of 10 if “sports” or “skateboards” are not their passion? OMG!

It is not just for room design either; it happens with their clothes, shoes, school supplies, etc. It is no wonder I could never interest a boyfriend, let alone my husband (unless he is making up for something he did) to go shopping. Of course, it is not fun for them; look at their choices! Whether they shop for furniture, clothes or shoes, it is all some variation on an earth tone. Little boys have all kinds of fun colors and design however once they grow out of the Gymboree family of stores, you better get some comfortable shoes to help with endurance building because you are in for a long trek to find complete outfits that don’t break the bank.

But I digress, this rant is about boys room design, and no, I do not have time to create some DIY project or deploy special wall design techniques. I want examples of good design with decent storage and lighting ideas. Is that too hard to ask?
I recently took my son to a Lamps Plus store near us, thinking we could at least find shade cover for his overhead light. Maybe even; dare I dream, of finding a starting point/ inspiration piece. I laugh now at my naivete! Aside from being almost blinded by the crystal, silver, and mirror pieces reflecting the super white Led wattage, it was all for girls. Twenty minutes later, when I realized my eyes are not irreparably damaged, I notice even the furniture was for girls, right down to the pink, fuzzy, rhinestone-encrusted pillows. Now don’t get me wrong I am the first to say color is gender-neutral, but my 13-year-old son was not into the glitzy, pink, fuzzy pillows. Not to mention the 5 foot mirrored pendulum crystal chandeliers hanging from the rafters, the fact his room has an 8ft ceiling was the least of our concerns.

The sad thing was of all the places we went that day the one piece he loved was an oversized steel blue leather chair with nailhead trim. I liked it too. It had the “look” and “feel” we wanted. It was so comfortable to sit in, but then one would expect that of a chair with a $2800 price tag. AARRGH!

It was home and back to the Pinterest boards and every known furniture store looking for a design concept. Why can’t it be as easy for boy parents like it for girls, what a dream to order a room out of a catalog? Project finished! I could cross it off my never-ending list. Whoever said boys are easier did not have to design their rooms!

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An AARP card with my name on it? Whaaaaat?

I want to know why there is not a warning given to people when an AARP card shows up in your mailbox! At a minimum, the Jaws theme music should be wafting out of your mailbox in warning that some organization has tracked you and determined you are old enough to be considered a senior citizen! 

The 50th birthday was not one I have completely come terms with; I think I am little in shock about it. I have no opinion one way or the other about the age more just the idea I have reached this age. I was the youngest of the family; everyone else is supposed to be this old, not me. There were days this summer I forgot for a little while until that card appeared on my doorstep. There emblazoned in plastic with raised gold letters is my name. The card even looks old couldn’t they at least make it look cooler. Its nothing like the new credit cards that use a heavy metal with printed letters that don’t wear off. There isn’t even a chip in it; although I should be grateful, it would probably call 911 if I fell.

Yes, I am a half-century. Dang, a half-century! Yet, I feel young with so much I still need to accomplish. How does one feel young and spry with a card that gets you a discount on the 5:00 movie? The time flies by, especially if you have kids. One day your complaining about being sleep deprived with a newborn and the next they are college-bound. Somehow when you go back to pick up your life, your back hurts, and there is a little more around the middle than you remember being there. If that is not enough to make you realize you are older, there is AARP, ready to remind you of your mid-century milestone.

Perhaps as the days go by, I might start to make my way to their website as they are a strong lobby for Seniors with some membership benefits. However, I am just not sure I want to know what those benefits are and that they now pertain to me. I wish they could make being a “Senior Citizen” look cool, not old. I would be a little more interested in what they offered. For example, giving a significant discount on a Porsche Boxster in the new red might be a good start. 

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Eyes on the Back of My Head

My Kindergartener never fails to make me chuckle daily. But sometimes, he says things that are not only funny but serves as insight of how he interprets of our words.

There is something sweet about a little one’s astonishment when a parent knows what a child is up to even with their back turned, this happened when I made some cookies recently. I had given my little one a couple warm cookies and a frosty glass of milk. He happily sloshed cookies into the milk while playing with his cars. I had moved to a spot with my back to the kitchen when all went very quiet. That quiet moment that every parent feels is deafening. That moment you know something is up.

I knew without turning around that he was backward walking toward the plate of cookies on the counter with his eyes glued to me. Hoping to make off with another cookie as his glass still had a bit of milk. At the peak of the silence, just as he was reaching for a cookie (I could hear his breathing change), I calmly spoke. “I hope you are not grabbing another cookie.” A moment of stunned quietness followed as he assessed how carefully he had watched me. He knew I had not turned my head in the slightest. His sweet 5-year-old voice now filled with utter amazement, asks “How did you know?” Without skipping a beat or turning around, I said: “All Mommies have eyes on the back of their head.” He was quiet for aminute taking in that statement then went back to his cars.

A few nights later, as he is settling into bed, he starts playing with my hair. Nothing new he has done that since he was born. But this time he gets behind me and starts moving my hair all around. Out of fear of knots I reach back to tickle his side to get him to stop and ask what are you doing? To which he says in a thoughtful tone “I am trying to find the eyes on the back of your head! I can’t see any!”

What Makes a Tired Mom Smile

Sitting up in bed, wide awake in the wee hours of the morning in a contorted position yet happy as I look across my bed. Two children lay sound asleep at different angles each making room for the other along with a dog who loves to cuddle.  I know I will be dead tired today but this memory will have me smiling and moving.