Confessions of a bedroom slob

As I lay awake last night wondering what our next house might look like, my mind drifted toward thought of a master bedroom. I couldn't help but fear that it will be the same embarrassing mess. Because I sleep on the same side of the bed as our dog ( our dog is on the floor on an awful blanket that she loves) I could smell that the weather is warmer thus creating a smellier dog. Gross.

I have always been a bedroom slob. Baskets full of laundry in need of putting away, books and papers on my nightstand, and stuff I didn't feel like hanging up draped over a chair are standard.

I have now added a dog and husband to the mix.

My husband used to be neat a pin. Now his dresser top is cluttered with an array of belongings. I guess, like heat, a mess transfers to a lack of mess.

We also have only a tiny closet that my husband uses. I have what appears to be an enormous armoire but it doesn't hold all of my clothes so it can't be that big. I have the use of a lovely mahoghany highboy which would be great if I were 6'5", but I am 5'1" so I need to stand on a chair to see the top drawers and all of my jackets are on the chair, so you see my problem.

Nice closet but who has two dresses?

I see a basket under this bed. I wonder what they are hiding. Could it be the man of the house's files? That is what is under my bed.

If my dog would sleep on a normal dog bed that would be a start. Or maybe a heated dog house in the backyard...

A master suite with large closet would help. I could stash my laundry baskets in there.

It most likely won't be this perfect but I am going to try harder.

Seriuosly, does anyone wonder where these people hide their ugly alarm clocks?