I’m adjusting to life in our new house, but it’s taking some getting used to.
I have to admit, my desire to decorate/paint/become a Pinterest junkie is very powerful, and I’d love to do all the little crafty things to make this new place more ours.
Yet I’m still wandering around, slowly unpacking and moving things about.
And this new house is great, it really is. It’s more that I’m trying to get used to everything, and realizing that no longer are we all on top of each other all the time.
Which is a huge change.
This new place, on paper, is not that much bigger than the old one, only about 400 square feet larger. But the way it’s laid out, it allows for me to have an office, and both my children to have their own bedrooms, and they’re on opposite sides of the house from me and my husband’s room, which is really nice.
One of the weird things for me, though is adjusting to this larger space.
I can’t seem to stay on top of anything in the house.
Much less my family. I didn’t realize how much that “being on top of each other” in the old place was a part of my parenting style. I mean, I always knew what my kids were doing, all the time.
Now, they disappear into their rooms, and I’m wandering around going “Where’d they go?”
It’s a very surreal experience.
Not that I’m complaining, just that it’s different, and it will take some getting used to.