My daughter. The Interior Designer.
OK, so if you’ve been following my blog, you know I’m at home full-time now with my two girls. . it’s been great for the most part. We’ve definitely had days where I wasn’t at my best (ie: yelling) and days with temper tantrums (me again; just kidding.) and the girls fighting; which usually means my younger one took something that didn’t belong to her etc etc. But, for the most part, it’s been good. Really good. And I’ve been able to watch them and just learn more about who they are.
Recently, as I was in the bathroom with my youngest one, Madeline. I look up at the mirror and notice she can’t even see herself because her older sister, Phoebe, has taken it upon herself to become the interior designer of their bathroom and has decorated Madeline’s side of the mirror with stickers galore. Poor little kid can’t even see herself in the mirror. So, today, I removed all of the stickers and cleaned the mirror and then looked over at Phoebe’s side. She has started keeping all of her favorite, most precious things in the corner next to her sink so Madeline can’t touch her stuff.
She can’t reach it. Believe me, I know. She tried today.
So, I walked in her room and their playroom and hell- even noticed today in my bedroom . . we have stickers. Everywhere. Stuck to everything. My dresser. My night stand. My bed frame. What?! Serves me right I guess for always buying them 3 or 4 new sticker pads every time we go through the $1 section at Target.
Thank you, Target, for selling $1 sticker pads full of small, annoying, hard-to-get-off, stickers that will inevitably end up on every parents’ dresser drawers and furniture.