For years, I’ve espoused the merits of kids sharing rooms. I believe it encourages teamwork, camaraderie and adaptability. Plus, there’s nothing cuter than overhearing your children chatting about Harry Potter after you’ve tucked them in. But some time around the ages of seven and nine, my daughter and son started campaigning for their own rooms. “He’s messy,” she complained. “I don’t want her there when I have a sleepover,” he argued.
The time had come. The one problem? The only room we had for one of them to move into was an 80 square-foot cave that I had previously been using as an office. My daughter, having dreamed of a lofted bed since she was old enough to climb ladders, quickly offered to take it, letting her imagination run wild with thoughts of twinkle lights, fluffy rugs and so many pink accoutrements.
Here's how we made it work.