I live in a one-bedroom apartment over a barbershop near my ex-farm, where my ex-horses reside with my ex-wife.
The bedroom is for the Little Girl. I sleep in the living room, and no matter how many Ikea pillows I’ve used to make the bed look like a couch, female visitors have never sat there.
The whole thing looks like an arrangement for an elderly relative: Uncle Vito has to sleep close to the bathroom because he may not make it in there every night.
The bed-in-the-living room thing is really not so bad. The true problem is creeping girl encroachment. Aside from my humble sleeping nook, the rest of the apartment appears as though Barbie, Dora, and Hannah Montana had a call-the-cops kind of rowdy party, then never cleaned up.
It looks like I rent from a 7-year-old.
Here is the question: If a man has no bedroom, and awakens each day amidst a first-grader’s scattered fluff, stuff and pink-and-purple detritus, can he ever truly be king of his (Disney) castle?
To shave, I must move aside Hello Kitty tooth-brushing accoutrement. To shower, I have to evict an armada of bath toys temporarily dyed green or red by the Crayola bath-coloring tablets my kid uses. Our toaster plays a waltz from a Cinderella movie, and stamps each slice of bread with a princess crown.
Perhaps I’m a tad indulgent of the child – divorce guilt, and all that. And truth be told, I have the power to mark the place as singularly my own whenever I want. So why don’t I?
One epiphanic morning, it hit me: I really like the girl things. What’s more, I really need them. Man caves, I’ve had. Bachelor apartments, I’ve done. But a place that reminds me of the Little Girl on the three or four nights per week that she’s not there – well, that’s home.
I’m not saying it couldn’t stand to be picked up once in a while. But I won’t be dismantling the pink tent in the kitchen where my daughter keeps her Princess Band-Aids any time soon.
Besides, there’s plenty of room for me on the bed – I mean, couch.
Lesson learned...don't get married!!!— kelprod2- Soooo thankful I have boys. Plus, when asked by female visitors if all the Spider-man comics are their's, I can lie and say "yes".
— KJ6710 - Enjoy those fleeting years. Little girls grow up to become headstrong, pugnatious teens, and after that they latch on to the first guy that shows up and leave. You're lucky if they don't come back holding a baby and a restraining order against the father.— DonQ
- Poor kid. No model of normalcy.— maldorer
- Beautiful. U might catch some flack from the peanut gallery, but I have 2 daughters, and I thought this was beautiful.— summerdaleSULLY
- I thought this was great too. At least he's stepping up as a father and not slacking on his duties as many men do after a divorce. He's embracing his daughter and what she loves, while sacrificing for himself - that's called being a good Dad. Kudos to him!— schlmom
- Wonderful Story, been through this as well, raised my daughter and step-daughter after the divorce and it is very comforting with the girly stuff all over the house. Def gets you through the lonely times. You become her friend and a father and when she comes to you to talk because she can't hold a decent conversation with her mother without an arguemnt because they are both women...and we all know women hate eachother, it will all be worth it...— dross218
- Liked your epiphany. Too true.
Laugh of the day: It looks like I rent from a 7-year-old.— skipintro - you are an embarrassment to your gender. i feel like slapping you the way don vito slapped johnny fontaine; "you can act like a man!"— eaglesfillthesky
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