Blake and I have both mentioned that since we moved into this nice home we feel old.
It's a "real" house. I know that sounds weird, but maybe you understand.
We now have a "real" house with a "real" neighborhood.
And now we feel the pressure.
What pressure?
.
To make our bed.
To make it everyday. There, I said it.
I think we have only missed 3 or 4 days since we moved in.
That's probably the same amount of times we made it before now!
Okay, we probably made it a few more times than that. We tried here and there to be good examples...
I can't remember a time growing up that mom's bed wasn't made.
I know Blake was expected to make his bed.
But for some reason WE didn't... Until now.
I don't know what really happened. What made us grow up?
I'm telling you.
It's the house.
(oh, BTW, that's our bedroom. I don't think I have ever showed pictures of it)
2 comments:
Isn't it weird you feel old when you have a house? That's exactly how I felt when we bought ours.
Will you please come to my house & give me some decorating tips? Pretty please???? :)
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