If you follow along with my oh-so-average life on Instagram, you may have noticed that we welcomed a second beautiful baby girl into our lives on May 28th! Yesterday marked three weeks since little Miss Emma's arrival and we're slowly adapting to life as a party of four. There's been a few extra hours of TV and a few less hours of sleep in our days. Aaron will continue to be outnumbered by the Hess ladies and I will continue to use my new favorite/pointless hashtag, #eventhedogisagirl.
Prior to welcoming our newest Nugget, one of my biggest goals was getting the girls' rooms done. I hesitate to even use that phrase because is a bedroom every really "done"? Especially a kids room? I certainly don't think so (I DO expect to be asked for princess bedsheets or boy-band posters or something like that in the future...). So instead I will declare that they are done for now.
apologies up front for the corniest post title ever...
If anyone is ever interested in building their endurance in high stress situations, I highly recommend tackling a whole house renovation. We are now three and a half months into our biggest DIY ever. The house, while on the upswing, is still a construction zone. Meanwhile, the apartment is starting to resemble a small hoard as I empty our closets and drawers into boxes.
From as early as I can remember, I always loved to decorate my bedroom. I loved how a space could visibly reflect my personality. My first foray into room decor was in elementary school. I painted my whole room (ceiling and all) a denim blue AND I left it splotchy "to look like the sky". I'm giving my younger self a major eye roll. Though my "style" was questionable at times, my mom was supportive of my creative ventures. She drew the line at my "black walls with glow in the dark paint to look like outer space" idea; good call, Mom. As a high schooler I loved my room. Looking back, it was sensory overload. Two orange walls, another hot pink, and the fourth red. Band posters, stickers, buttons, collectibles... all thrown together to create my happy place. Incase you aren't imagining it:
We’ve been homeowners now for exactly two weeks. I think I’ve also already experienced the whole gamut of homeowner-related emotions; everything from the fiery pits of buyers remorse (WHAT HAVE WE DONE!) to the mountain tops of excitement where the possibilities are endless (I am basically Joanna Gaines). Despite going in with our rose colored glasses off, these feelings were probably inevitable. And despite the feelings of uncertainty as demo makes the house look worse, our spirit is not crushed.
About the Author:
Tasha is a freelance artist, stay-at-home mama, and, in her husbands words, a lifestyle manager. She and Aaron are in the midst of renovating their 94 year old home while raising their sassy daughters, Adelaide & Emma.
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