Not my bedroom. š
I read somewhere that you should treat your primary bedroom as a relaxing oasis. A beautiful space in your home that is calm, peaceful, and inviting. A place where you can leave all of your worries at its threshold and put your feet up in a luxurious king-size bed where you get the best sleep of your life. Itās well-lit and decorated to your liking. And nothing is there to distract you except for the book you are reading or your favorite tv show, and you have all the time in the world to enjoy it.
Do my friends have bedrooms like this? Or am I only seeing these havens in home dĆ©cor magazines and on HGTV? I can tell you one thing ā my bedroom is nothing like this. Itās messy. And when I say messy, I donāt mean dirty. In fact, itās quite clean. Itās just not neat. Sometimes, I refer to my room as a āsorting stationā for wayward sunscreen bottles, lost coffee mugs, and unopened mail. Itās also the spot where I canāt decide what to wear, critique myself in the mirror, and wonder if Iāll ever lose the pandemic weight. And more than anywhere else in the house, this room has witnessed every emotion I possess, from depression to delight. Instead of calling it an oasis, Iād describe it as more of a lived-in corner of the house where I can just be myself.
I would love to prioritize cleaning up my room, but by the time I straighten up the more public-facing rooms in the house, Iām not inclined to tackle this one too. I do the minimum tasks during the week to make it less chaotic. I make my bed every morning. I hang up the clean clothes and put the dirty ones in the hamper. I do the best I can to manage the clutter. On weekends, I sort through the odds and ends that donāt belong. When I feel particularly motivated, Iāll reorganize my closet and straighten up my pajama drawer. Once in a while, Iāll have a bag of donations ready to go, but it might sit for a few weeks before I call Purple Heart.
Besides my husband, my kids, and twice a month, my cleaning people, no one else comes in here to look around and judge me. So maybe it is a different kind of oasis after all.
Tamara
July 3, 2023 at 3:24 am (1 year ago)Coffee mugs get lost in your house? Sorry, that made me laugh. Actually your entire post was written with so much humor. The picture? NOT MY BEDROOM! Hahaha! Mine neighter, unfortunately.
My husband’s bedstand is the TBR tower you were talking about earlier. He also stashes snacks, gadgets, chargers, mail and other clutter. One day it will all collapse in the middle of the night.
Elisa
July 3, 2023 at 4:23 pm (1 year ago)Well, not lost exactly. More like left behind in our bedrooms because we like to drink our coffee while getting ready for work. Ever the multi-taskers!
Elisa
July 3, 2023 at 4:27 pm (1 year ago)Also, I love that you get my sense of humor. Not everyone does. š
Victoria+Juster
July 2, 2023 at 5:21 pm (1 year ago)My ‘oasis’ is my office. Papers literally stacked a foot high and clothes that I might wear tomorrow piled on the chair. Thanks for sharing, it’s nice to know that I’m not the only one.
Elisa
July 3, 2023 at 4:24 pm (1 year ago)Ah yes, my home office comes a close second to my bedroom. š
Kimberly W
July 2, 2023 at 5:07 pm (1 year ago)I feel this! Thanks for sharing and letting the rest of us with a messy bedroom know we’re not alone!
Elisa
July 3, 2023 at 4:24 pm (1 year ago)Absolutely!
Kate McDonald as Becca Katz
July 2, 2023 at 12:48 pm (1 year ago)Here’s to messy bedrooms!
Elisa
July 3, 2023 at 4:25 pm (1 year ago)May we get around to cleaning them up someday! LOL!
Benecia Ponder
July 2, 2023 at 10:52 am (1 year ago)Thank you for this powerful confession! I often have felt a bit ashamed to admit that my bedroom is not the Oasis other people claim theirs is. No matter how much I clean, dust, and occasionally organized, my bedroom always seems should be a bit cluttered.
Elisa
July 2, 2023 at 11:25 am (1 year ago)I’m glad I’m not the only one! š
Elisa
July 3, 2023 at 4:26 pm (1 year ago)I admit that I do feel a little lighter confessing this so publicly.