Bryce’s bedroom was blue, now it’s tan.

It had stripes and a kid flare- a kid who loved to play baseball, video games, and ride his bike. Now he’s older, into music, driving, girls, and barely ever home.

UUUUUUUgh. This almost adulthood is depressing. He had been complaining about his room (he was actually in our bonus room so the girls all had separate rooms) so we moved the 2 little girls together, and now he has college kid room. It’s depressing to me. When did I get so old? It feels like yesterday I was painting the planets on the walls, and the race cars before that, and his first bedroom covered in jungle animals. Now it’s all old and sad and …adult.