I looked at the photos of the luxury bathroom in the Tim and Cassi Brookins’ home online yesterday with a tinge of jealously.  Not because I care all that much about luxury bathrooms – albeit, I wouldn’t mind larger bathrooms than I presently have – because they showed a small glimpse into the size of their master closet (see the second photo in the series).  OMG – is that a washer/dryer combo in their large room-sized closet?  Be still my beating heart.  If I could have a closet like that I do believe my life would be complete.  I covet such a closet.

Recently, Cheyenne has made it quite clear that she wants to move to the downstairs bedroom as soon as humanly possible (which equates to when her mother says she can).  Presently her bedroom is upstairs across from mine.  Knowing that her bedroom door is all of two steps from my bedroom door makes me happy.  I was purposeful in selecting the house I did because I wanted to be able to get to her in case of an emergency (welcome to the way a single mom whose work is in risk management thinks).

Now that she has been in that bedroom for going on five years and has watched the downstairs bedroom get redone as part of the basement reconstruction she has big plans for her future downstairs.  She covets the downstairs bedroom.  She started off suggesting that I allow her to move downstairs upon turning 12.  When that received a quick and firm “NO” she moved her request to when she was 13 (as she would then – as she pointed out as if I was unaware – be a teenager).  I wasn’t too keen on that either.  My last uttered statement on the point to date was, “Maybe when you are 16.”

But then I caught a glimpse of the master closet in the Brookins home and I thought…hmmmm…what if I converted Cheyenne’s room to a giant closet?  I can envision it now…a place for all my clothes and shoes in one location…a place where they wouldn’t be all crammed in…a place where I could put like items and colors together – ahhhh, it would be heaven.

Sounds so good, but then I would have to trade off the sense of security I presently have with Cheyenne across the hall.  Neatly lined up shoes on shelves versus peace of mind – yeah, I think I have to go with the peace of mind…at least for a handful of years.  A single mom’s priorities are pretty clear on this front.

But come 2016 or so, watch for photos of my luxury closet…and all my pretty shoes lined up in a row by color and season…and a 16 year old who has waited a seeming lifetime to get out of the bedroom across the hall from her mother. 😉

Day five hundred and eighty-seven of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C