We didn't mean to become this way. We are all healthy and able bodied. None of us have "the vapors" or some other 19th century mental illness. None of us are depressed. Little by little though, we've all come to congregate on the bed.
We used to all spend time together in the living room. You know, because it's where we lived. We would hang out with Meg reading books and playing with toys, and then Ryan and I would sit on the couch to catch up on the "Daily Show" or just talk.
This summer changed many things though. All of Meg's books and toys got moved into her room when I redid it. We got an iPad and discovered the joys of movies and shows on demand on Netflix. We got rid of cable. And we figured out the bed is a better place for all of us for cuddle when watching a show or reading a book. Oh, and it is much easier to keep track of puzzle pieces and toys with small pieces in a smaller space (it's a queen). Even if we can't find it at the end of play time Ryan or I will find it with our feet or backs when we go to sleep.
So, here we are. It's quite cozy. There's even room for Sally and the cats. They have to be on the floor in the living room.
I still go into the living room sometimes. Mostly to assess the dog hair on the sofa and blow the dust off the mantle. Or when I finish a book and need a new one. Then I take that book and read it in bed.
I think the living room actually prefers to be empty. I mean, if rooms can have preferences. It looks better than it has in years, despite the neglect. It's all about putting on appearances for people entering the house.
The bedroom, though? It's all about the party. Oh, and the cuddling. Lots and lots of cuddling.