
We finally voted college girl out of her room here at home.
She’ll be home a total of 13 days sprinkled throughout the entire summer, and keeping that coveted room empty is “just so stupid, Mom,” while the two high school girls share, and Boy is jammed into the teeniest, tiniest room.
Kid3 has been a turkey vulture since big sister’s first acceptance letter; circling the bedroom anxious for her moment to pounce and claim the space.
She’s been more than patient.
Number 3 shared a room with her baby brother until BO emerged (hers not his), then shared with her older sister ever since.
Now they each want their own, personal mess.
Let the wild rumpus room switch-a-roo begin:

Kid3 gets college girl’s space; Kid2 goes to Boy’s room; Boy gets the largest bedroom with a loft and double closet. Why? We don’t know, except he wants the loft and the girls want out. And apparently he needs all that extra closet space for the three outfits he wears over and over again, between the nasty-ass smelly uniforms he ball-sweats in every day of the week and never washes – “for good luck.”
Kid2 will be leaving for college next year, so she gets the smallest room, which was Boy’s. She is desperately awaiting peeling the life-size Derek Jeter fathead off the wall, being the only woman in America who (is not a Boston Fan and) doesn’t want the Yankee in her bedroom.
Kid3 finally gets her first choice: a rarity for the middle, forgotten child, and had college girl’s crap packed into crates and pushed into the hall with an hour’s notice.
Boy is thrilled: loft, desk, closets, shelves, and painting everything orange: EVERYTHING. He, unlike his sister, is anxiously awaiting Derek Jeter’s arrival. And we’re okay with that.
Kid1? She’s couch surfing, helping the bedroom reno while she’s home, and not the least bit sad about giving one last hand-me-down to her little sister. For the first time, neither are we.
I never really moved out of my room since we all had our own rooms growing up (I know LUCKY right?) but I do know that my sister couldn’t wait to get her hands on the ROOM to dance, cheer, play her music at the front of the house instead of the back..etc when I left.
it’s really the rightful passage of time, although it has to sting just a little. But any GOOD BIG SISTER (ahem) will tell you, it’s the best part of growing up, to be able to be the legacy for the siblings under you.
Why did I get teary reading this??? Damn you 😉 xoxo
I hear it from the teens 3 times a week, they want their own room. i respond with, so do i. the toddlers share our bedroom. this weekend we’re doing some moving around and i’m giving up my little home office so the toddlers can have their bedroom back. :-/ i’m not too happy and yet i’m thrilled to get them out of my room! this is what happens when you stick a family of 6 into a bronk apartment. lol
I LOVE how Kid1 is dealing with it all. She is just awesome. my oldest can’t wait until she can go away to college. she says she loves her siblings but can’t wait to be just visiting.
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I asked my family to help me paint the front part of the house for my birthday. 6 weeks ago. Sigh.
You will have to share how you do this without a heavy heart. I cried last Friday morning thinking about this time next year when it will be his last Friday at NHS!