Only Two Bedrooms
We paid the deposit on our new apartment, aka townhouse (because it has stairs). My husband is already there, and the boys and I can’t wait to follow. I haven’t seen the “townhouse” yet!
I asked nervously if I’ll have enough room for my computer in the bedroom. (As I have mentioned in prior posts, I am a writer, and our bedroom is my “office,” and our bed is my “desk.” ) I was very afraid that the answer might be no. Then where would I work–the kitchen?? The living room? What would be my new desk–the couch?
So my husband replies somewhat grimly, “Well, the kids’ room in the new place is smaller than the old one. But the new master bedroom is larger than the old one. We’ll probably just need to move the kids’ bunkbed into our room. ” After 8 years of marriage, he still manages to come up with ideas like this. (Obviously, this is NOT the solution, but it is a concern that he could possibly think we’d do this.)
I don’t really think “marching to the beat of a different drummer” quite captures what I’m trying to describe here.