I love my children (Two little girls); they are my inspiration and my motivation. They are one of the main reasons that I wake up in the morning. According to my wife I spoil my children. My personal opinion to the matter is that a father should spoil his children. Why would I want them to leave home to find love, peace and happiness? I have some very sweet children but like all children they can sometimes stretch me to the point in which I have to take my own personal timeout.

I am like the Pied Piper, when I come into the home my children bombard me with questions and they want to be a part of whatever I am doing. Under normal circumstances I enjoy having them around. I recently had some painting to do and they helped (Kind of). I installed a new microwave in the kitchen and they helped me again (Sort of). They may not be actual helpers but we have fun spending this quality time together. What I really enjoy the most is when we cuddle up on the couch to watch one of their favorite movies. These memories will last a lifetime.

However, There is a point in this relationship where I draw the line. What is that you may be asking of this man who “Loves” his children? I draw the line when my darling dears decide that my bedroom is now their own. I draw the line when they decide to knock on my bedroom door at 3:00 AM just so they can crawl in our bed (Not because of a boogieman).

My lovely wife, who enjoys spending countless hours in our bedroom, reading, talking on the phone and fumbling with her laptop, has established the problem here. Because of this my children come into our bedroom to socialize with my wife. They start off asking a few questions and before long they turn our room into a playground. My wife thinks I have no clue as to what is going on because when I am home she tells the children they have to “Get Out!” I am a smart man and I know better. I know that my little one’s are way too comfortable in our bedroom. If they had been banned on a regular basis, they would stop at the door and enquire as to whether or not they could enter (This was how things worked when I was a boy). Even my oldest daughter (College Student) comes into my room and flops on the bed to talk with the wife.

I would like to believe that this will soon pass but if history repeats itself (and it normally does) I guess I will just have to live with this situation. I love my children but I want my bedroom back!