I'm beginning to wonder if this is foreshadowing what our lives will be like if we ever move back to Ventura County... living in a 450 sq foot apartment with a lousy dishwasher near the beach, minus the housekeeping, complimentary breakfast and evening social hour.
I've decided that I like living in a house. I like having a backyard. I like not having cable.
Living here is starting to drain on me. Erik gets home late. The kids go to bed around 9:00 p.m. and then around 10 p.m. we watch a movie on the laptop with our headphones. It's weird all living in one big room. I'm not sure how the pioneers did it.
I've taken to using strange ways to entertain the kids since I only brought a small box of trains for them to play with. Luke got a
I think the situation is taking a toll on the kids, too. Luke is crankier than usual. Charlie wakes up 3 times a night.
It's the little things I miss. You know, like spending time in a different room than the rest of my family, doing the laundry in my own house, letting the kids run around in the backyard, and actually having a life after the kids go to sleep. It's strange when the real vacation feels like the time I have at home.
I still believe this is better than being a single parent for a month. At least we're together as a family, right!?