Pottery Barn Kids Didn’t Grow Up In A Barn

When I get a new Pottery Barn Kids catalog, my mind starts to scream, “Look at that dresser! It’s so cute! I must have that for my girls!” And I’m promptly snapped back into reality when I realize my entire home probably costs less than the contents of the room blaring at me from the magazine pages. They seriously want $99 for some polka dots sheets? Just sheets, not even pillowcases. My kids are going to pee on them twice a week! Or $1,099 (a special, no less!) for a bunk bed. I’m sure at some point during childhood, one of my dear children will scrawl POOP on the bottom of the top bunk with a Sharpie. I wonder if anyone who has ever purchased the Darcy Dresser and Changing Table regretted the $949.00 purchase as they were scrubbing what seems like gallons worth of mustard yellow baby excrement from it’s elegant, shaped pewter handles. Pottery Barn Kids may not have grown up in a barn, but my kids have certainly grown up like kids. I don’t worry about the $4 sheets my kids pee on or the $20 bookshelf that has BUM scratched in the side. Like it or not, we’re messy and happy.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.