So all the birdies are here and sometimes it drives me crazy. To have a houseful, literally, there is never a dull moment, however, there is also no such thing as alone time.
I share a bedroom with Max, so that in itself is pretty cramped quarters. When he was an infant there really wasn't any quams about it. We each had separate sides of the room, all his things were contained. As he gets older, toys get bigger, more abundant; and slowly it has happened without even noticing it. The personal space of mine consists of a bed and half of a nightstand. i don't really mind because I think that it is nice for him to be able to play in his room, also so his toys don't blow up all over the rest of the house. But, while Max is up it is understood there is no alone time...... it isn't then that I wish for the escape. When he goes to bed sometimes I really wish that there was a place i could go to myself. If I go on the porch someone is out there shortly to have a ciggarette or to talk. Sometimes you just want to relax and unwind and reflect on things by yourself.
So I know how I feel I can't begin to imagine how my mom or Jason feels. Jason came home at the begining of June and we don't even have a bed for him. he has been sleeping in little Nick's room and has a shelf for his clothes in his closet. his laptop and files are in the living room or even some still in the luggage bag! Nick starts school on Monday so Jay no longer is going to be sleeping in his bed.... I guess he will be on the couch.
Nick is eleven and probably having a hard time with this also. he has given up part of his room, gets his computer invaded upon, etc. It will still be hard in the coming months. Jason just got a job, Nick starts school on Monday, I start the following Monday...... things are getting even more busy. i am sure that there will be even LESS time to find to yourself....
