But the apartment, for all its faults had a fairly "clean slate" feel to it in comparison to THE HOUSE, as in THIS HOUSE. As in, I HAVE A HOUSE! We moved last week and if the apartment had a handful of quirks that caused me great wonderment, THIS HOUSE has a veritable cornucopia of intriguing blemishes that give my imagination no end of musings. Random patches on the ceiling and walls...brown and neon green tile in the bathroom...curtain rods that are all hung at different heights...kitchen cabinets that don't match... the creepiest poster of Pavarotti you've ever seen.... but those are all overshadowed by the epic and awesome fact that there is no neighbor beneath me. (although I still cringe every time I drop so much as a sock on the floor). And we have a backyard! And....
The boys are taking to their new digs like prairie dogs in a sand dune. For the first time they're all falling asleep the moment their heads hit the pillow (that'll happen when you have a big backyard to gallop around all day). They're also eating me out of house and home (more so than usual). Mornings and I are not on speaking terms, and it's just starting to dawn on me that I am the mother of four little boys. I got everyone fed this morning and finally sat down to my own breakfast and coffee only to have the oldest one come back in and say he was still hungry. So I gave him my breakfast while I made myself a new breakfast. Then son number two came in and decided he was still hungry too, so I gave him my second breakfast while I made a third....which...yeah, the third son ate my third attempt at breakfast and I gave up and decided I didn't really want breakfast anyway.
Lord have mercy on me when they're actually teenagers.
At least I won't have to worry about them beating up this house?