We spent most of our day rearranging her room, building a new bed, installing a TV, in hopes that she would start sleeping in her room again. (Side note: when Mark moved out, Zoey and 16 of her stuffed animals moved into the empty side of our bed. Two years later he moved back in, but up until 2 weeks ago she was still sleeping with me and Mark wasn’t having it. I guess sleeping on the couch isn’t comfortable? And honestly, I was tired of getting kicked in the face by tiny feet.) So we did what any good parents would do and bribed our child with Amazon Fire to ensure an exciting transition. So far it’s working. Also, I’d like my family to know that if I’m missing, I’ll be in Zoey’s room watching HBO Now. Anyway, as I’m snapping this picture…
um, can you please leave? I need some alone time.
LOL. Maybe it’s one of those things that you had to be there for, but look at her face and imagine her saying it. She didn’t make eye contact and she was very matter of fact. TBH, she is me. I felt like I was asking myself for alone time.
The best thing about this story is that she is so proud of her space and she’s taking good care of it. We even allowed a picnic dinner in her room one night and she BROUGHT HER DISHES DOWN WHEN SHE WAS DONE. I can’t even get Mark and Taylor to do that and they’re practically adults.
And that’s all I have to say about all that. The end.