The way I see it, the human brain is capable of calculating millions of tasks in those 100 billion neurons floating around in that grey sac. Unfortunately, a great deal of those tasks are designated as maintaining body functionality. That leaves considerably less processing power for non-essential tasks. This number shrinks even further when your mind is consumed by an idea you don’t quite know how to bring to fruition. The idea bouncing across those remaining neurons is a bedroom rebuild for my three boys.
I’m going to share a photo for the first time in.. ever? It comes from this article I found via pintrest.
This photo ruined me. It was such a brilliant and relevant idea for my gaggle of dudes that I wondered how the heck it never occurred to me. I went crazy doing measurements and researching products to make a boy-version of this heavenly bedset. I thought through every possibility except for the part where one of three boys say, how come I get bottom bunk. That happened once I shared the picture and they started a screaming match over who got what spot in a bed that was still at this point imaginary. I almost quit right then. I should have, but I’m that dad: the pleaser. Instead I doubled down and tried to figure out a way to make the thing work.
I haven’t figured out a way. In fact I found several more obstacles ranging from fan placement (I’ll need to add bunk blowers to provide adequate noise and wind while also pulling the ceiling fan) to designing something that needs to grow with these growing boys.
The other day I stumbled across a skylight that would be the perfect beyblade stadium. I was itching to buy it, so I talked it over with a friend who suggested that I might be doing the stadium for me and my idea of what they want and need more than for the boys who are probably over beyblade and would be over the new stadium once the new smell wore off. The bed wall may also be a me thing while being a knee-jerk response to an under represented need.
I’m going to think on it and come back to it soon… It isn’t like my brain gives me much of a choice.
Some Thoughts:
- The illustrated London news started its run in 1842, marking it as the first illustrated weekly news rag. Today we have a plethora of bloggers doing it weekly and even daily. How times have changed… Its a wonder we don’t run out of things to talk about.