SO, if you all remember {HERE} (seriously, go read there) my lovely tale of the debacle known to me as A&A meltdown 3 (since it's been that many times we've moved them) i'm sure you are wanting to avoid this post. don't worry, i wish i could too. but i can't, so we'll move on....
once again (and like i KNEW would happen) elise has been complaining about sharing the upstairs room with her sister. she's whined and whined about sleeping on the floor (her choice by the way) and that it's far too cramped (i TOTALLY agree with her on that one. I don't even like to go in there because it's sooooooo crowded.) she's once again started in about wanting to move down to the basement. at first it was by herself. then after a couple days of thinking this through she changed her story to wanting michelle to be down stairs as well. sigh. i know the reason for this. it's because she's afraid of the dark and she wants her 4 year old sister down there to protect her. i'm not kidding. every time i need her to do something in the basement she asks michelle to go with her. so now, we are back to square one. both girls sharing the basement.
these are the two things i really should do:
1. tell elise that we said that we weren't going to move anyone AGAIN until the military dragged us out of this house.
2. tell her that i understand how she can feel cramped up in that tiny room and that i would be willing to move her and only her into the basement to have as her own room. that she will have to suck it up and be brave or stop complaining and live upstairs with her sister.
(i know that this is the ONLY way to stop the fighting. they really just need to be separated and things would be much better. it's elise's fear that is stopping them from having a better relationship.)
here are the two things i'm going to do:
1.move both girls to the basement, force them to give away HALF of there crap and then put ear plugs in my ears when they fight. (you think i'm joking? i'm not. i keep ear plugs in my purse for when we are driving and i can't take the constant yelling anymore.)
2. turn the upstairs room into MY own personal craft/writing room. i know, i know. i am utterly selfish and why i'm not getting the mother of the year award. you want to know something? i REALLY don't care. those other mother's can have their awards, i want my freaking craft room!
soooooo, since wednesday night after we made the decision to do this i've had visions of lovely craft rooms swirling around in my head. i even had a dream last night about the different ways i was going to decorate. oh my, i am very excited. i'm itching to get started and i can't move anything until next week. sigh. all the more to plan my awesome room i guess!
