This may be the summer's biggest accomplishment.
When we moved into the house a couple of months shy of the Lone Star Girl's fourth birthday, we had her room - her very first room - painted yellow with pale pink trim, her favorite sweet little girl colors. We painted the kitchen yellow, as well. We had our bedroom painted my favorite sea foam green, just like the living room, and painted the third bedroom the same kelly green as "the study" (our other living area that is supposed to be a dining room). This third bedroom, called "the green room" got a bed for guests (and sex, as there always seems to be children in our bed), but also got all the boxes and piles of stuff that we never had really unpacked and that got added to at various times, including several thousand comic books. It was a stuffed and piled up mess.
Fast forward nine years.
The Lone Star Baby is four years old, with no room or bed of her own, and the Lone Star Girl is no longer really the yellow-and-pink type, as evidenced by all the black sharpie on the walls and furniture. The Lone Star Baby needs a room. Her stuff is all over the living room and so squeezed and piled and cluttered up, that she cannot develop an orderly mind or find what she wants to play with - it is like a pit of despair. And I am big and fat and tired of sharing our merely full-sized bed with two people.
The green room is still a mess and I have never pushed very hard to clean it out because even if we got the rest of the junk cleared out, the comic book boxes, which Lone Star Pa loves more than he loves me, would still be there - so what's the point? Except that now...now one crucial thing has changed...the Lone Star Girl has become even more of a Marvel Comics fanatic than her father and wants the comic book boxes in her room. A plan forms.
To be Continued...
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