I am not sure that this blog thing is a great medium for me. I thrive on the jovial tit-for-tat of Facebook or actual conversation. But I am giving it a go for all my fans (well, the five people that have suggested it).
I spent the entire weekend rearranging the daughter's room. She asked her father a few months ago if he would build her a loft bed with a desk underneath for her birthday. Of course, he replied "yes". Then she said, with tears in her eyes, "You would do that FOR ME?" Like she was shocked. Where has she been? We do everything they want. Right now I am wearing a sweater with several holes in it so the kids could have XBox for Christmas. Okay, I am exaggerating. But really, these kids are very lucky.
Plus, She has recently been diagnosed with alopecia (non-life threatening disease) and has lost a lot of her hair. It's hard as a parent not to give into her every whim when we look at her waif-like face and straggly strands of hair that are still clinging to her head.
Dear husband did not build the loft bed. For one thing, it would take until she went to college. And if you think I am letting my child sleep in something my husband slapped together, you are crazier than I am. We went to IKEA.
We set up the bed, dusted, washed the walls, vacuumed up the thirty-seven dead stink bugs that we will never mention to the daughter for fear that she will never enter the room again. We turned her twin bed into a "couch" (something I learned from Seventeen magazine during the '70's and always loved).
Bottom line - she loves the room. It is a tween paradise. But when it came time for bed, she got a little nervous. The loft bed is pretty high. And the sheets were in the wash. But she bravely unrolled her sleeping bag and climbed up into her high-rise.
Next night, she comes downstairs and explains "I can't sleep in my loft. Lily (her puppy) just sits there and looks up at me with her big sad eyes."
So, she and Lily slept curled up together on the twin bed couch.
She better take that fricking loft bed to college with her.
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