I Have My Bedroom Back. So Does Halo. Apparently Mostly Halo.
After two weeks of sleeping in the living room, I finally have my bedroom back.
And let me just say… it is deeply underrated to sleep in the room designed for sleeping.
Who knew?
For the last two weeks, bedtime felt less like a peaceful evening routine and more like I was a weary traveler making camp in the middle of a public gathering place. There is nothing quite like trying to settle in for the night while surrounded by the general energy of a room that is very much meant for awake activities. The couch was not supportive. My dignity was hanging by a thread. And every morning I woke up feeling like I’d been lightly folded and stored overnight.
It wasn’t fun.
But now, at last, I am back in my room. Back with walls. Back with a door. Back with the faint illusion that my life is organized and normal.
Of course, I’m not the only one thrilled about this development.
Halo has made her feelings very clear.
I would actually say Halo is more excited than I am, which feels rude considering I’m the one who suffered through two weeks of living room exile. She has been on my bed for the last eight hours like she personally filed the paperwork to have the room reopened. Not a flicker of gratitude. Not even a look in my direction. Just full ownership.
And honestly? The bed does look a little ridiculous.
Since we still don’t have a functioning closet, every blanket in the house is currently piled on my bed. Every single one. It looks less like a bedroom and more like the linen section of a department store lost a fight. But Halo does not care. In fact, I think she sees this as an improvement.
To her, this is not clutter.
This is luxury.
Why sleep on one blanket when you can sleep on seven and a mystery throw?
She’s stretched out on top of the mountain like a tiny queen who has reclaimed her throne, and I am apparently just the staff. I’m allowed to sleep there too, I assume, but only because I pay the mortgage and provide snacks.
So yes, I’m happy to have my bedroom back. Very happy.
But Halo?
Halo is living her best life.
She has warmth.
She has softness.
She has height.
She has options.
Meanwhile I’m just grateful to no longer be sleeping beside the coffee table.
Renovations really do make you appreciate the little things. A proper room. A proper bed. A cat who immediately takes over both without apology.
As for the blanket mountain, I’ll deal with that later.
Right now, I’m just enjoying the fact that tonight, when I go to bed, I’ll be in my actual bedroom.
Assuming Halo leaves me enough space to get in.
All the best,
Tia
