One of the hardest things about living with extended family is that there is always someone around. I like people, honest. But not every waking moment. I need my alone time. Badly. And I haven’t had any in…. like a year. Or two. It’s a wonder I’m sane. (some might say that point’s debatable)
This week we’ve been crashing with my sister and her family. No, we’re not trying to spread the love – my parents just decided this would be a lovely time to tear up the carpeting and put in hardwood floors instead. We have to be out of the house for the entire week while it’s getting done. Well, the kids are at school, my husband’s at work, and my sis and her hubby have some errands to run. So, it’s just me and the dogs! All four of them, (my sister’s two, my parents’ dog and mine) which is way too many for one house, lol. But I am all alone! Yay!!
UPDATE: Well, that didn’t work out the way I’d hoped. I thought I’d have at least an hour and a half, but within 20 minutes my sister was home, happy that they’d gotten through their task quicker than expected. ~sigh~
Well, we’re back at home now and it’s smells like crazy in here. But the floors look beautiful, even if we do have to sit directly on them as we aren’t allowed to bring the furniture in yet. Sheesh. Still, it’s good to be “home”… as home as it gets for us at this point.
Still, I wish I had a home of my own. And a little more time alone!