We kind of have a weird thing going on with our bedroom situation. Our real master is downstairs; once Henry was moved to his Big Boy Room, we moved into the guest room upstairs. Then, when I got really pregnant, I started to snore all night long, so the Husband moved back downstairs while I stayed upstairs. When Claire was little, we continued sleeping in different rooms just to maximize everyone’s sleep (he’d get up early with Henry; I’d handle all of the baby’s wakeups). So for over a year, I’ve been sleeping in a “master” filled with mismatched hand-me-down furniture. Not exactly the master retreat one dreams about! But about two months ago, Claire moved out and the Husband moved back upstairs. So we’ve