Her room remodel is complete and she is slowly moving in. Her time schedule this weekend and mine were not anywhere close to being in sync. When I'm working on a remodeling/redesigning project, I just want to get it done. There is none of this "enjoy the journey" philosophy for me when it comes to creating physical upheaval of my life. But my daughter lacks the drive I have when it comes to remodeling. I just have to accept it and probably be thankful I didn't force her to paint a mural on her wall at 9:00 at night; she begged me to let her do it in the morning because she was tired. Who knows what it would have looked like had I forced my time schedule on her.
But I have to admit, probably the most depressing part of it is I LOVE to organize stuff. But it's not my stuff and I have to stay out of it. I would have all her stuff back in her room by now, organized in what I consider a practical way (the right way), and she would be eternally grateful. But I can't, 'cause it's her stuff (get ready for the pout fest), and I have to put on my best parenting panties and BACK OFF; even though I think she's doing it all wrong!
She was able to do her homework in there, which was the main reason for the overhaul of her room. But I'm very aware she was able to get in there to do her homework because all her stuff is in my living room. And unfortunately for me, she has to do her homework and practice piano before she can work on her room. Meanwhile, I am stuck here all day salivating over her stuff in the middle of my living room as I plan, design, redesign, shift, move, straighten, fluff, fix, sort and tidy it all in my head. I have to be the good parent and let her do it herself so she can take pride in her accomplishment. Damn!
But maybe, just maybe, the reward for my patience this week will be that she keeps her room clean and tidy all the time because she takes pride in her accomplishment.
Yeah, I don't believe it either.