Night Owl...zzz...

Up too late again...
It was an ok day today, I did all the things on my list and left it at that. It was a nice feeling, to be able to say 'Well, that's all I needed to do today, so it's ok to stop there'.
Coralie and I had a pretty good day until after she got home from Girl Scouts... I knew she hadn't gone #2 today, and I could tell she needed to go, so I told her she really needed to do it. At that time of day, it's pretty much guaranteed to be an argument. It was. But I decided that I was *not* getting sucked into her melodrama. So, when she started to complain about how she was 'tired of sitting on the can' etc. I ignored her. When she started to get loud, I left the room. She followed me around the house, trying to bait me. I just said, 'I am upset, and I really don't feel like talking to you right now'. I went about my business. She started playing with her toy cars in the bathroom, and I asked her to take them out, which she did. At the speed of snail. Eventually, I said, 'Wow, look at the time, you sure are going to be tired tomorrow.' She asked me what time it was, I told her, she decided it was too late to read and that she better get ready for bed. By this time, I've decided that she can be in charge of her own business this evening, so I got my pj's and got in the shower. She asked me if she could put her self to bed. When I was done, she was in bed, with her alarm set. So, in the end, she didn't go to the bathroom, but we didn't have a big blowup about it either. Why can't I let this go??? Truly, I don't know. All I know is, I have a child who is almost 7, and is in some ways still toilet training. I wish I knew how to get past it, or to summon the strength to completely let go and let her deal with the consequences. I suppose part of my problem is that I don't want her to make herself sick. People might say that a child wouldn't do that to themselves at this age, but those people don't know my daughter. Child has a will of steel, seriously.
Once again I've been thinking about how I can have a stronger boundary with the kids regarding our bedroom. Inspired by having to round up a bunch of toys in there today. I think, 'How did this happen? When did our room become theirs too??' I don't want them to feel like they can't be in there, but I sure would like to have my own space. I remember that I would never even dream of actually playing in my parent's room when I was a kid... it was just an unspoken thing, that was their space. But how is it that I knew that then, but my kids don't now?? I don't know...