Montana's Pity Party

I was sitting in Subway yesterday with my pre-tween, and she starts talking about her birthday wish list. It went something like:

Montana: "I know what I want for my birthday but you probably won't get it for me.." (gratuitous school girl huff and sigh.)

Me: "....what..?"

Mo: "A new T.V. for my room."

Oh yes, we have had this discussion before.

Me: "You're right, I won't." (Brace for hissy fit.)

Mo: "It's not fair. Tristan has one!"

Right, gotta throw that in there.

Me: "You do not need a T.V. in your room; we have one in the living room, and there is one in my room. Besides, your room is too small."

Mo: "Yeah, that's another thing: You always get the big room and I get the tiny room."

Seriously? Sigh..

Me: "Yes, because I am the adult, I am bigger, I have a bigger bed, shelves, T.V., entertainment center, dog, you."

Since birth, my darling daughter has spent most of her nights in my bed. When we moved into this house, it started to wane. She would sleep in her bed during the week, and as a treat I started letting her sleep in my bed on the weekends so she could watch T.V. before bed. It was nice, having the bed to myself! (Well, at least during the week.) However, for the past month or so, Montana has been having nightmares, or can't sleep, or whatever it takes to get in my bed. Almost nine and she still wants to sleep beside me.

Me: "I can just see it: You would have the biggest room, and you would still be in my bed."

Sorry, kiddo, you are stuck in the child-sized room with no television. Cue Mini Me pout and harumph.

Ah the joys of parenting a prepubescent girl.