So we have been full time in a little space for a few months now. I thought that it would start to get to me but it really hasn’t. I thought I would miss things and I have missed very little.
I do not miss the extra 1400 sq. ft. to clean. Most times I don’t miss my big bedroom (most times). I do miss my bathtub. A lot.
I do miss the ability to send my kids to separate rooms when they’re bickering. Or I think I do. It’s funny. With the shared space, they bicker more but they fight less. Some days the needling is killing me (like now actually, literally RIGHT now) but I also think that they are learning to work things out.
But you know what I get for these sacrifices? This…
I’ll take the trade.
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