Around eight years ago, we gave our children a choice “Would you like an inground pool” or “Would you prefer your own bedroom?” They chose the second option, their own bedrooms, thus the addition to our house began. When we first moved into our house, twenty-one years ago, it was a tiny two bedroom house which worked for two years, then I became pregnant with our third child. So Matt and I moved our bedroom to the basement. The girls shared a room upstairs, and our newborn son was given his own room.
For thirteen years, hubby and I slept in the basement. Our basement was crudely made into five different rooms but generally unfinished. The room we chose for our bedroom was large but did not have a door, and we went without a door for years, until we put up a curtain. Oh yeah! Hubby liked our bedroom because it was cold in the basement, and when he had to sleep during the day (after working a night-shift), he found it quite easy. I didn’t mind the basement either, I could still hear the kids when they got out of bed, because the floors squeaked a lot.