The more I think about this apartment we're moving to, the more I think I may never want to move again. Washer and dryer included, ground floor, single level, attached garage, open kitchen/dining/living area, no yardwork. I HATE our setup now, even though it's one of the things that attracted me to the house in the first place.
I wanted a kitchen separate from the rest of the house. Now that I have it, I hate it. Our old apartment had a tiny kitchen right in the middle of the unit. Now, it was a very efficient use of space; instead of putting a useless hallway to the bathroom and bedroom, they put a kitchen in. But it took forever to get anything done in there if there was anyone else there, and it heated up the entire apartment. So I thought I wanted a kitchen separate from the rest of the house.
Now that we have one, I know better. Our kitchen is not conducive to play time. It's always cold (or super hot) in there, and the floor is always freezing. So the girls prefer to be out in the living room and dining room. This is kind of nice; I can get things done in the kitchen without small people under my feet, but it also makes me feel a bit isolated. If Jeremy's home, he's stuck in the living room with the kids while I'm cooking. If he's not home, the girls are playing by themselves in there or long stretches of time. I'm all for independent play, but sometimes I spend a loooong time in the kitchen cleaning, cooking, preparing snacks or meals ahead of time, whatever. It just seems so neglectful.
Speaking of Facebook and bad parenting, a friend posted this:
I don't know why it bugged me so much. I don't typically take other people's parenting choices as an attack on my own. I really don't care what other people do with their kids, so long as they're not abusing them.
I'm not a "babywearer"; I mean, I tote Emmy around in the Ergo a lot, and I did the same with Grace in the sling (which Emmy loathes with every little muscle in her body), but it's purely utilitarian. My children are too heavy to babywear all the time, even with a good carrier. I breastfed, but when it wasn't working anymore... meh. We're switching to cloth diapers, but it's almost entirely to save money.
And I'm enthusiastic about the things that have worked for us, too. Early sleep training, swaddling, to name a couple. Both of these are things some people strongly dislike. That's fine. It's worked for us, and it doesn't have to work for them.
But it was sounded so smug, as if to say, "I'm a superior parent because I do X, Y and Z!" Even if X, Y, and/or Z are better for kids, that doesn't mean that the other millions of parenting choices we make every day don't even us all out. I know someone else who does all these things, but the house is filthy (we're not talking just clutter and unvacuumed floors; it's much worse than that). It is, in my opinion, a horrible environment for a child to grow up in.
Feh. This is not a person who is typically smarmy and judgmental about such things, so I should probably just let it go.
My sister dear is expecting another baby. I am positively giddy about this news. I am excited to have a cousin in the family who will be close in age to my own. And I'm excited that it will be the branch of the family that's closest to us. Not close close, but at least Colorado and Utah share a border.
Speaking of which, I need to call her.