My Daughter’s Bedroom Takeover & Makeover (Part 1)

 

When many couples buy their first house, they get something with a bedroom or two not knowing exactly how many children they might end up with and go from there. But since I had just, eight months before, given birth to triplets and told the doctor during the c-section: “So, while you’re in there, you might want to tie those up. In fact, make it a double knot just to be sure ” and then at my six week check-up: “So, how’s it going down there, Doc? Everything still tied nice and tight?”, my husband and I had a pretty good idea of the maximum number of bedrooms we were going to need for at least the next decade or two in our new North Carolina home.

“Four” seemed like a good round, even number of bedrooms. This way each child could have his or her own bedroom, my husband and I could be left alone downstairs and all of our relatives whose eyes got wide at the prospect of using us as a Motel 6 on their journey to and from New York and Florida could be met with: “Of course you’re welcome! If you don’t mind sleeping on the floor of the laundry room.”

I always had my own room as a kid. Even one that was teeny weeny was still my own. My husband shared a room with his sisters until they were all teenagers. Creepy-sounding yes… but in a NYC apartment… still creepy… but understandable. So our plan upon move-in day was to keep all three babies in bedroom 2. Bedroom 3 would be a play room and bedroom 4 would be my office. Then, when they got a little older, the shift would be on: My one daughter (I dare not call her “daughter 1” especially since she thinks of herself as “daughter 1+”) would keep bedroom 1, my son would move into bedroom 2, my other daughter would move into bedroom 3, and we’d finish the unfinished room and I’d pick up my work belongings and head over there. Well, none of this is happening fast enough for daughter 1+. Her brother did move into the play room as planned. One sibling down, one to go. Then progress came to a screeching halt. The delay is totally my fault. (That’s daughter 1+ over there nodding in agreement.) The shift can’t proceed because we’ve still, ten years later, never gotten around to finishing that room. My husband and I are the ones single-handedly holding up the shift. I don’t know if normal parents of a normal birth’s worth of kids have these issues, but as parents of triplets (or maybe it’s just us), we’re always way behind. If we have to mail in papers for camp in March, by the time we get it together it’s June so we just have a kid hand them in when they get there. “Here. My mother said you might need these.” It seems to be a pattern with us. They stopped sleeping in cribs with a Disney mobile at five, we toilet trained them at seven, took off their training wheels at ten. They’ll be eleven in a few weeks: Is it too soon to start them on solid foods? Does anybody happen to know?

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