So I have the feeling that this is going to end up being a quasi-series of posts about a lot more things than just a single space in my house, but we're going to just start at the beginning and see where it goes.
It's been a long time since I've properly addressed Duder's room, a perennial work in progress since the day we found out he was nine months away from turning our lives upside down. His addition, actually, is pretty much what spawned the majority of the projects we've tacked since -- in order to make space for him (and later, his sister) we had to get some serious work done around here.
But in all the hubbub of renovations and diagnoses and added children/cats/stray dogs [nope, no owner found yet ...] Kiedis' room has really kind of fallen into shambles.
For the most part, it has to do with the floor.
It is the only space in the house where the parquet remains.
It also is an effing train wreck.
As this blurry-action-shot of me karate-chopping the floor right in front of the doorway into the room illustrates, we have ourselves a hazardous situation.
And more often than not, for reasons that span a lack of time and give-a-damn to some very delicate complexities we'll get into in a later post, this little tract of floor is more likely to appear as such:
And there are a handful of spots exactly like this throughout his room, mostly in the main foot traffic thoroughfares, waiting to pinch/stab/splinter/slash/etc your foot when you least expect it.
It's truly atrocious.
This is only flanked by the severe variance of the floor actually meeting up with the walls of the room:
The hodge-podged trim chunks pretending to be baseboard:
And the terrifyingly unsafe electrical work that we're basically blessed that little fingers have never explored:
THERE'S NO BOX. JUST AN EFFING PLUG AND SOME WIRES IN THE MOTHER EFFING WALL.
There's also another outlet that used to work but suddenly stopped one day and despite switching out the plug housing it still doesn't work, so lord knows what that actually means.
And, lest we forget, the closet project we started back when this was our bedroom that has been fairly much untouched since 2007:
And it's pretty safe to say that Kiedis' room is quite the cluster.
Now, I know some of you must be horrified that we even let a child in this room at all, never mind assign it to him as a bedroom, but all along choices have been made based on what was at the time best for him and as he's grown and we've learned more and more about his hurdles and complications his room has borne more than it's fair share of the brunt of those revelations and struggles.
But that's something I'll get into a little more later on.






















