Friday, 3 September 2010
So good so far!
I'm keeping up! OK - so it's only day two but that's good given my track record with these things.
Yesterdays lesson then. "There is no adult space in this house". I was merrily minding my own business, happy in the knowledge that the TV was switched off (for a change), and I could hear no bickering. The joyous sound of my two playing happily together was ringing through the house. I then realised the sound wasn't coming from it's usual place, i.e. their bedrooms.
Our bedroom door was closed. O-Oh.
I opened it to find Rosie rolling round on the bed, Jamie sitting in a moses basket (one that's usually home to Rosie's soft toys and in her bedroom) and our carpet transformed into a toy factory.
My question is this... Did you ever dare go in your parents bedroom? I know I didn't, and Chris didn't. It was a sacred place, an adult only space. You didn't play in it. If you were lucky you may have sneaked in the occasional bounce on their bed, but generally it was off limits. Even now as adults it seems wrong to go in your parents bedrooms. So how did this happen? The kids have taken over and we need to reclaim our space. I don't think it's going to be a tear free affair. Wish us luck!!