I Already Have Plans

Last night, while tucking Allie into bed, I noticed what a mess her bed is. In case you don't know, she sleeps on a top bunk, and she apparently lives in terror of me throwing away something precious to her, like one of my bed pillows from 25 years ago, or an old tissue that has been used as a cast on a stuffed animal. So she gathers her precious possessions and piles them on to her bed. It gets so bad that she only has a little sliver for herself to sleep on; it's a good thing there is a guard rail, or her stuff would push her right out of the bed. So last night, I was cringing at the mess that is her bed, and I told her that this Saturday was Clean the Bed Day. She said, "No, Mom, I already have plans." Ok, she's seven. What plans does she have that I don't already know about? Turns out, she has plans to play with Legos. From sun-up to sun-down, all Legos, all day. But she was gracious enough to let me know that she is free the next Saturday to clean the bed. I normally would dig my heels in and force the cleaning, but who am I to interfere with her plans? When we do finally get around to cleaning the bed, I'll keep an inventory of all we find up there. I guarantee you will be amazed and horrified.