Around eight years ago, we gave our children a choice “Would you like an inground pool” or “Would you prefer your own bedroom?” They chose the second option, their own bedrooms, thus the addition to our house began. When we first moved into our house, twenty-one years ago, it was a tiny two bedroom house which worked for two years, then I became pregnant with our third child. So Matt and I moved our bedroom to the basement. The girls shared a room upstairs, and our newborn son was given his own room.
For thirteen years, hubby and I slept in the basement. Our basement was crudely made into five different rooms but generally unfinished. The room we chose for our bedroom was large but did not have a door, and we went without a door for years, until we put up a curtain. Oh yeah! Hubby liked our bedroom because it was cold in the basement, and when he had to sleep during the day (after working a night-shift), he found it quite easy. I didn’t mind the basement either, I could still hear the kids when they got out of bed, because the floors squeaked a lot.
By adding a second floor to our house, we gained four new bedrooms, one large bathroom and a wall was knocked down on the first floor making the entire back of the house my kitchen. I lost my first floor linen/pantry/closet because that is where the stairs went. While the addition was being constructed, we continued to live in the house so we were able to monitor all the work. The disadvantage was the noise, the dust, and most of all, was us continually adding new things, like lets replace all the hardwood on the main floor. (A few years later, hubby knocked down the wall separating the last remaining bedroom and the living room, thus doubling the size of the living room).
Well eight years later and our bedroom is finally being painted but only because our waterbed sprung a leak! With the bed emptied, moving it was easy, so the eldest volunteered to paint the room for us, but of course this meant hubby and I would not have anywhere to sleep. He is pretty much sleeping on the futon in the basement, with a quilt hung across the door for some privacy, me, well, I’ve been on the couch in the living room, the spare couch in the basement, and in our daughter’s bed on the weekend. So I’ve been sleeping around and getting pretty tired of it. Hopefully the room will be finished soon, and we can refill the waterbed now that it is patched.
Note: The waterbed leaked only because an old patch had come off. This patch was located on the side of the bed where of course, I tuck (please refer to last paragraph of 1600 kilometres and karma) in the sheet.