Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!
Just thought I'd give an update on how we're doing with all the boys in separate bedrooms. The short answer? Fabulous.
Bubby has adapted so well to being in his own room and has quickly learned to stay in his room until 7 a.m., or at least to cheerfully return when his parents tell him to (this morning he woke up before 6 to use the bathroom, and around 6:30, he came in and told me, "mom, my clock should say 7 by now, but it doesn't!" That hour was an exceptionally long time to wait!) He has become so much more independent just in the past week, getting dressed completely on his own (before I was picking out and laying the clothes out for him), showering and drying himself on his own, putting toys away on his own. The key for him is that he no longer has to go into the basement to do these things; it's no big deal to just walk down the hall instead. And his confidence has grown as well.
I was worried about MC, I'm not going to lie. He's afraid of the dark, afraid to sleep alone. He has never, in his 9 plus years of life, had his own bedroom. But I have not heard one peep from him this week complaining of being afraid. And I know that he loves having his own space, one where brothers may invade only when invited. MC has long needed a place of refuge and retreat--he, like his mama, just cannot bear being with people all the time--and finally he has one. MC is eagerly anticipating the building of a loft bed so that Bubby can have the bunk beds. Hubby has already started cutting lumber, and I think it's totally realistic to believe it will be done by the end of the year.
The most drastic change is the peace that marks our mornings now. I no longer wake to hear yelling and door slamming at 6 a.m. It is such a relief to know that, at least between 8:30 p.m. and 7 a.m., we will have peace in our household.
There is still a lot of work to be done to complete the transition, mostly relocating stuff, but it has been so, so worth the effort. Peace.