What Happened To My Bedroom?

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Today’s post is about my bedroom, which probably sounds a little weird… Think about your bedroom for just a minute. Do you live in a room by yourself? Do you share with a sister or brother? If you share a room, you probably understand the feeling of needing a minute of alone time. It happens to everyone; you have been with your siblings or friends or classmates all day long, and you just want a minute to go in your room, shut the door, and block everyone out. It can be hard to do that when you share a bedroom with a sibling.

Now picture sharing a bedroom with three other siblings. You want to tell me how you can’t find alone time now? That’s right, up until I went away to college (and when I’m home on breaks),  I shared a bedroom with my three sisters. My youngest sisters came to live with us in February of my junior year in high school. Anyone who has twins in the family knows that a schedule with infant twins is hard, so for a while when they came to live with us, my mom had them sleeping in a playpen together in the living room; she would be up all night with feedings, and by the time she finished feeding and changing both girls, she would just lay them right in the living room and fall asleep on the couch for a small amount of time until the next round of feeding began. Once they were old enough to sleep in their own cribs and make it through the night, my sister and I had to make room for them in our bedroom. We went from sharing a room with one person to sharing a room with three. But babies don’t take up a lot of space; they had their cribs in there, and that was about it. They shared a closet and dresser, so it wasn’t a huge deal. Once I left for college, it was a whole different story…

If you’ve gone away to college, or have had a sibling go away to college, you have probably experienced what I call the “bedroom takeover.” Basically, my big full size bed, dresser, and personal section of the bedroom had to go. I was only going to school 45 minutes away from home, but since I was living in the dorms, my parents said I didn’t need all of that space at home. So now I share a trundle bed with my sister. I have to pull out my bed and pop it up every night, and then put it down and push it away every morning. Okay, so my mom would definitely be the first to say that I normally don’t put my bed away until she complains that it’s blocking the closets, but you get the point…

Once my little sisters were old enough to move into toddler beds, have a toy box, and have approximately a million toys, that was the end of my bedroom. From nap time, to play time, I can pretty much never get a moment alone in my own room. When my mom tells me to put something away that belongs in my room, I often remark that I don’t have a bedroom, which she usually just ignores. But sometimes it really does feel like the room isn’t mine anymore; it’s been taken over by crazy little people who I happen to call my sisters. Throw in the addition of my newest little foster sister, and there’s even more toys and less space, and don’t even get me started on having a minute to talk to my mom alone… I’ll save that for another post.

No matter how little space I think I have sometimes, and no matter how much I wish I had my own bedroom once in a while, I know that I would never trade my living situation for anything, because I would much rather live in a bedroom with a hundred sisters than not have sisters at all.

Do you have a crazy bedroom story? Do you ever feel the way I do? Let me know in the comments!

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Taylor

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