I've never really posted about it, I guess because it's never been a blogland issue. But the fact of the matter is that after V was born I had to leave my job, we had no family capable of helping with childcare, and daycare germs were a definite no no.
So, after he was born, living on one income, we moved from our spacious 3 bedroom 2 bath home into an apartment. It was an adjustment, but we made it.
Then, thanks to an unforgiving economy, Carmen lost his job of 10 years and we were forced to give up the apartment.
Ever since then we have been existing, as a family of 8, in a 26 foot motor home.
Not exactly what one dreams of as they grow older in life, but better than a tent in someone's backyard, right?
(I try to look on the bright side and remember how many people nowadays really ARE living in tents, and worse)
Needless to say, between all of us and all of Vincentio's medical equipment, things get a bit cramped and more than a bit noisy around here.
But right now, at 12:38 am, everyone (except the dog) is sleeping peacefully.
I have to say that as much as I love the bustle of my children's lives, THIS is bliss.
Sheer and absolute quiet. Doing not a single solitary thing other than making the perfect cup of coffee to enjoy in my perfect quiet little house.
... and dreaming of the day that my "perfect quiet little house" won't be on wheels anymore.
sweet dreams :)