As of today, we 5 have been living in a single bedroom suite in our basement for 5 1/2 months. Along with Goose, our 70 pound dog, and two night-fighting cats.
There is one tiny bathroom and a refrigerator. We eat out 5 nights a week (fun for the first week).
Things I have become accustomed to are as follows: coming to the realization that someone is pooping while I am showering.
That my toothbrush, unless hidden behind my shampoo bottle in the shower, is community property.
Workers who traipse down unannounced no matter what our state of undress or wakefulness happens to be.
And that one day I'll no longer be startled by two little eyes staring down at me while Andrew and I try to work out our tensions in a carnal fashion.
I am told that one day, we'll all look back at this with fond memories. But right now, I am here to say: that day is a long time coming.
are you trying to scare me regarding my future of three under the age of 18 months in a two bedroom condo for the foreseeable future? at least it isn't a single bedroom suite! i keep telling myself the family will be very "close" - emotionally - ignoring the proximity piece. yeah, i'll hold on to that. along with all of the other things i'm in denial about. three in diapers? no problem!
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