Someday My Prince Will Come...Not Now.

I'll be 39 in less than a week, so I did my nails with glitter red tips to distract myself. I painted my bedroom wall red, found two night table lamps with hanging crystals and sheer black lampshades and threw a leopard patterned comforter on my bed. Very French bordello. I'm sure it's a phase.

I guess I needed to make my bedroom my own. I needed to create a sanctuary where I can read, and think in peace. I moved the tv from downstairs into Jordan's room and rendered my sanctuary off-limits to all smelly adolescents. This may mean that I never see Jordan again, but I'm willing to take that risk to re-claim my bedroom from the hoards of smellers that have been frequenting it for the past 13 years.

Yesterday, Sofia Madyson made a comment. She said, "Mom, Snow White would have been more intelligent and not eaten that apple if she hadn't been thinking about that dumb old Prince Charming!"

Absolutely NO Prince Charmings in my bedroom.

Now is the time to be intelligent.