Well, to be more precise, made half a mistake. Theo, of course, loved it. He was thrilled with the loft area, you could just see it on his face. The thought of having his own space--and a really cool space that overlooks everything else--is really exciting to him.
Ashes, on the other hand, was less than thrilled. "I hate my room," she said.
"How can you hate your room?" I asked. "It's larger than what you have now, and you've got your own bathroom and walk in closet."
"I hate the view," she said. "I liked the view at the old apartment better."
Well, it's true, the old view was a duck pond, and it's absolutely gorgeous. The new one is really more of a meadow, so it's not quite as pretty, but it's still a very nice wildlife view.
Ashes walked into the master bedroom. "I want this room," she said. "The view's prettier."
I walked into the room and looked out the window. The view was pretty much the same .
"Well, you can't have this room," I said. "Sorry."
She walked back to her room. "I'll only like it if you move the door so that the bathroom is part of my room, too."
"We can't do that," I said.
She frowned, put her earphones back in, walked into the closet in the master bedroom, and didn't come out until we were ready to leave.
I have to admit, I'm disappointed. I wanted her to like the place as much as we do. I think part of it is that in the current apartment, she has the biggest bedroom, and wants that in the new one. Which is kind of silly, frankly.
"I know what you're saying," said Chad's mom, when we bumped into her at a furniture store later on. "Jo-Ellen has the biggest bedroom in my house, and she's still not satisfied."
"What is she, crazy?" asked my mother, as we took her on a tour of the apartment, in the afternoon. "This place is ten times better than what you have right now."
"I know," I said, frowning. "I just don't understand it."
"Teddy, she's a teenager, she'll get over it," she said. "Just get her a few things she likes and she'll be just fine."
And she's right, I'm sure. In fact, we've already been looking for a few things in the color scheme she says she'd like...which, incidently, is either lime green or blood red and black.
Even so...grrr, I hate it when my kids do this! I worry about things so much, when they're unhappy. And with Ashes, it's inevitable...she hates change. And yes, she totally got that from me.
Oh, well...as my friend J.M. Cornwell wrote, "Dreams take work to make real, lots of hard work." We've still got time, right?