But we've moved. My husband got laid off in August and since the lease on the house we were renting in Baton Rouge was up in November, we moved away. It only made sense for us to go near the grandparents, and my MIL's house is slightly bigger than my parents' home, so we've moved in with my Mother in Law.
Lemme give you a moment to process that.
Uh-huh. Yup. Me, husband, 3.5 year old, 7 month old and 2 cats, moved into 1400 sq ft home in St Louis with MIL, her dog and her (loud) bird. Oh my. My husband was miserable at his job, and hated Baton Rouge, so leaving there wasn't a big deal. We didn't move here out of necessity - we've got significant savings, but we want to preserve those savings for as long as possible.
Colin ADORES his new preschool here, which is really saying something because he cried all but 4 times when we dropped him off at his school in Baton Rouge. Now he runs out the door in the morning.
But there is no privacy. None. Things irritate me and I have no way to vent to anyone. There is nowhere in this house that I can go use the phone and not have someone hear me. Or worse, if I call at night there is nowhere I can talk and not awaken someone. So I just keep everything to myself mostly. People call and ask how its going and I say "Fine" because I have no choice...I'm not going to talk bad about people right in front of them. I can have quick conversations if I run and errand, but there aren't many of those for me to head out on. The other day I went to a Le Leche meeting partly because I just needed a reason to leave. And now I'm on the computer after everyone else has gone to bed trying to restart this blog, if anyone is still reading.
I'm not spell checking or anything - am still up nursing baby Toby several times a night, so I'm heading to sleep while he's asleep 'cuz his dinner bell is going to ring soon enough.