Caught by the Command

So most of you know how obsessed I am by decorating, organizing, rearranging, and doing projects around the house. Two weeks ago, we decided it was time to change Patrick's room and make it more of a seven year old boy's room instead of a little boy's room. Out with the space shuttles and in with the "extreme sports" theme. I did have a hard time with this as it only means that my little boy is growing up. I can remember the day I put together his little boy's room when he turned two. Space shuttles galore. That's all he talked about. Well, back then, I was convinced that my little guy would be an astronaut. Now, I am not so sure. We were looking through a Pottery Barn magazine and saw it. It was a room with a surfshort looking duvet cover and pictures on the walls of skateboarders, surfers, snowboarders, etc. So this is what Patrick decides he would like his room to be. No problem- I go online and do my thing.

Fast forward two weeks later when I get a call from Brian at the office. "Ame- I have eight boxes here from Pottery Barn" Now this is the problem. Our mail doesn't come to our house. I can't just open packages and get rid of all of the evidence (boxes and packing) before he gets home. No, they go straight to Brian's office to be sorted and stacked on his desk for all of his staff to see. So it is a running joke in the office to see how many packages LCDR Nowak can get in a day. What can I say- I have gotten pretty good at internet shopping. When there is no Pottery Barn in Japan, what is a girl to do?