This week marks a big event in the Crammond household. No, we’re not moving house. Sausage is moving into her own room. Before you ask, yes, Sausage is 4 and a half and yes, she has slept in the same room as Husband and me until now. There have been various reasons for it, none of which I’ll bore you with, but before Christmas we all decided, as a family, that it was time she had a big girl room.
We bought her a new bed a few months ago, a cabin bed with a tent underneath, which we’ll be moving into the room she currently keeps all of her toys and books in and the TV we bought her for Christmas will be rigged up in there with her Wii so that she can watch films and play her games whenever she wants.
It’s going to be seriously weird not being able to wake up in the night and just wait a few seconds for my hearing to adjust to the gentle sound of her breathing, but it’s for the best. She’s at school now and she wants to have friends over to play, being able to do so in her own bedroom is a basic right! But I’ll miss her presence. In fact, I’m dreading it a little bit. I’ve shared a room with her for so long, I can’t imagine not, but I’m sure we’ll all adjust. She’s only going to be one wall away, I’ll be able to see her if I roll over in bed as her bedroom door is so close to ours.
As a parent, I’ve not found letting go very easy. Sending her to nursery, although something I was adamant would be good for her, was tough and her first weeks at school were probably some of the worst times in mine and Husband’s lives, knowing she was crying on and off all day and not being able to be there for her. This, really, is a small step but Sausage, Husband and I are so close, our little family unit of three (+Chuck) that it feels monumental. Maybe if we’d have done it sooner it wouldn’t be so tough, but we didn’t so there’s no point dwelling.
I have to focus on the positives. I have this week to sort her new room out, make it fabulous for our little Princess and I’m looking forward to seeing her face when it’s all done.
I’ll let you know how we get on!
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In no way at all would I belittle the apprehension that you have, after such a long period together i can only imagine. Thinking of sending Hero to school in September makes me feel physically sick…HOWEVER I would say you might not have seen the last of her…
As you know all my boys have a place they call their bedroom. Last night I slept in one of these bedrooms on a cabin bed that sounds much like Sausages, because 2 out of my 3 pickles wanted to sleep in our bed…and four in a bed can get tricky. This has not been the first time and it wont be the bloody last. I have on occasion sent the little urchins packing, but wont do so when they are ill, or they have been spooked, and despite your God son having his own room, he has basically co-slept with us, i’m currently looking for a bigger bed! *sigh*