I've recently discovered the idea of hiding in Lily's room. Like.. to have a complete thought and other things that mother's of toddlers forget about. That sounds weird right? What parent goes into their child's room in order to be productive? Sounds like the opposite of what you'd need to do to write a blog post or research something online or pay bills. But for whatever reason.. it's usually one of the calmest, cleanest, most peaceful rooms in the house.
A few days ago, Lily was playing on her own and I was clacking away at my keyboard in the next room. Suddenly I realized there wasn't any reason I couldn't be doing exactly what I was doing.. just sitting in her room with her too. So I did. She didn't bother me. I didn't bother her. I think it's what babies call parallel play. We both get to do what we want, but hang out with each other too. And then we play together. It makes us both happier.
Right now, I am in fact writing this in Lily's room. At first I was alone, but then I convinced her to stop running around the house grabbing dangerous junk that other people left out and come hang out with me in her room (and get ready for bed.. but I didn't actually say that part). One night I even fell asleep on her floor and when Jason came to wake me up.. he tells me "she's sleeping." Easiest bedtime ever.
And I'm astonished that this brilliance didn't occur to me sooner.
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