And then this happened.
I decluttered something we've lived with for 8 years.
I did it without thinking. Well, I thought about it because we bought the trundle. I knew what I was doing. But it just kind of happened. And then I felt sad.
It's so much better. No regrets. The smallest room in the house finally has some space. So now, I'm dreaming up some storage. Or a desk. With a laundry basket. Who knows.
No more baby. A little sad. But then this happens.
And I feel better...and wonder how anyone can sleep on a metal bar while inclined. ;)