dream killer

I was talking with my mom today about the new house. She had asked about what we're planning to do with the bedrooms. Right now, we have four bedrooms but Jem and Tru share a room. The new house has four bedrooms as well and we've gone back and forth about keeping the boys together or splitting them up. They seem to enjoy sharing a room but there are those nights when they just egg each other on and it takes them forever to fall asleep. And there is also the slight issue of Tru waking up at 6 am when Jem would happily sleep until 8. Sam and I have gone back and forth and finally settled on an idea. We are going to keep the boys together and turn the fourth bedroom into a playroom.
I told my mom about our plan saying, "That way when Truett wakes up at 6:15 he can just go over to the playroom and play until one of us comes to get him."
To her credit, my mom didn't laugh in my face. Instead she looked at me and calmly said, "Brooke, do you really think that Truett is going to wake up and say, 'I think I'll go play in the playroom now.'?" And suddenly I saw all my dreams of peaceful mornings crumble around me. My little boy is not exactly good at self-regulating right now. He is like living with a combination of Curious George and Dennis the Menace. And neither one of those guys would go into a toy room to play when there was an entire house to explore.
And if that wasn't enough, my mom also told me that all of the crib tents had been recalled for safety issues. Looks like it's back to the drawing board.

photo by: Wishard of Oz  http://www.flickr.com/photos/wishardofoz/5511177770/