A little while back when we moved the oldest daughter downstairs into her new bedroom the whole house began to change. We decided that while we were moving things around we would take the time to pull out the carpet in the master bedroom so that we could lay down some hardwood floor. The whole second floor has been a mess ever since. Dressers and armoires and chest trunks were pushed into corners of the youngest daughter's bedroom for a brief period of just a little while until we could get things under control. We packed everything into dozens of unlabeled boxes so that we could move stuff around much easier and then shoved them into every available corner we could find.
The youngest has been quite pleased with this. All of this moving around has given her the opportunity to camp out on various couches and air matresses and basically spend her summer time having one big slumber party. And so, for the past two months she has mostly settled in with her sister downstairs in the lower regions of the house, and it has seemed as though this was enough.
But then I caught the tail end of a conversation the other day and my heart sank.
I aaaaammm a lousy parent. My wife had inquired why Aly had been wearing the same shirt for two days straight and how filthy it was. We are used to this from our youngest daughter. It is one of those traits that she was born with and will hopefully outgrow. She can put on clean clothes and a minute later they are dirty. I don't know how. But then I heard my daughter's reason. And I felt absolutely awful. Upstairs, in the room packed with dressers and trunks and boxes and bed frames and mattresses was her dresser, tucked neatly in the furthest corner of the bedroom. With all of her clothes. Our daughter has been keeping herself groomed and in clothes by washing laundry for herself for the past two months. Whenever we ask the girls to run a load of laundry while we're at work, Aly has been clever enough to make sure she had clothes for herself.
Today I unburied her dresser and made it accessible. I'm pretty sure tomorrow I am going to have to figure out a way to get her room back now that school's about to begin.