My husband and I have lived up-stairs for nearly 2 months now and our daughter has remained in her old room. We were concerned about moving her upstairs before she was ready and before our upstairs home was safe enough for her, especially with a full flight of stairs and her history of febrile seizures.
This past week, we knew it was time. She'd fall asleep in our papasan chair and the trek carrying her downstairs to her old bedroom was becoming tiring and sometimes dangerous. The only problem we had now was that our daughter's room looked like this:
|Sadly, it has been our renovation storage room for 2 months.|
We changed this in 2 days. The first day we spent categorizing tools, finding new storage space in the garage for them, and emptying the room until the floor was at least clear.
|All clear of most renovation supplies.|
On day 2, I got to work cleaning the walls, the windows, and the trim:
|Our jalousie windows use a crank mechanism to open and close, a little nod to the past we decided to keep only in the bedrooms for convenience.|
Beyond the dust, I noticed the view from my daughter's window. The roofing of the original house, a neighbor's house, our fruit trees, including my favorite mango tree in the world, and mountain views.