The bed and the bedroom are where we are the most vulnerable; where we disrobe and where we sleep. This space hears our most private, secret, whispered prayers, cradles our broken hearts and collects our lonely tears. It knows our agonies of childbirth and of death. Bedrooms are where you find old family pictures and pieces of jewellery that belonged to long dead family members. The bed and the bedroom are sacred spaces. Not everyone gets invited into your bedroom and, if they are, they should show the proper reverence and respect for the space. You can imagine my discomfort when ‘the littles’ want to go in to grandma’s room and get on her bed, when they handle precious old photos and ask ‘who is this’ and when I find remnants of chocolate on my bedspread and most especially when I find things on my dresser ‘rearranged’. I know there are serious things going on in the world that I should be thinking about and worrying about and yet here I am fussing about this seemingly trivial thing. I should probably take a long hard look at my priorities. Anything you'd like to confess?