We just moved, so I haven’t had internet for a week. You may wonder how I survived. Well, it turns out that I’m not as much as an addict as I’d feared, and that I didn’t crawl up into fetal position and start twitching from withdrawals. Good to know.
We decided on Wednesday night that we needed to move on Thursday morning. We hadn’t packed a single box, and we had about 18 hours to get it together. We had legitimate reasons, I promise. Why do we do this to ourselves? I don’t know. Is it just me, or do we do alot of things the crazy way?
So Thursday we moved out, and on Friday a bunch of roofers came over to rip the roof off the house and put on a new one. (see? legitimate reasons!) Now we’re living at my parents’ old, empty place that I grew up in. It certainly doesn’t feel like it’s been a whole 10 years since I lived here.
The boys have had a fun time exploring their new/my old house. It’s big, and since it’s on the market, we are trying to live in as little of it as possible so that I have less to clean. And so I don’t lose my children. Because, like I said, it’s big. Since we sold most of our furniture, we are borrowing pieces from friends and family to get by. Most of the rooms are empty and closed off. The boys sleep in a (large) closet off the master bedroom because all the other bedrooms too far away. We all share 1 closet and 1 bathroom, and its more than enough room. Even in the few rooms we occupy, we have plenty of space.
From the boys’ perspective, there are lots of benefits to living here:
So needless to say, the boys don’t miss the old house.