Me & My Big House

I love my new house. Love it. And I'm so glad God didn't allow us to settle for the several that we liked but didn't love. To us, this house is HUGE. I didn't think I would miss our little house, but I did....at first. I was comfortable there. Small houses have always been my thing. I like the cozy feel of having everyone close by, the comfort of knowing that if a window breaks during the dark of night, I will hear it. In the new house? Not so much....

Moving from 1,292 square feet of cozy to nearly 2,600 square feet of sprawling was a shock to me. I don't have enough furniture to fill all of this space. Not that I'm complaining....this is really starting to feel like home. We're still living out of boxes. Still trying to figure out the best way to cool the upstairs. Still replacing light fixtures and installing ceiling fans. How this house went so long without ceiling fans is beyond me....

I'm still cursing the stairs every time I have to haul my pregnant self up them. Turns out that bear crawling is a rather efficient way of traveling upward, especially if you're currently top-heavy. I will one day love these stairs for the awesome legs they will give me (aided of course by a return to CrossFit). But for now, I reserve the right to mutter bad words to myself each and every time we meet.

The dog has also had a difficult time with the stairs. I should give him more of a break. He's 10 years old, after all. And large. And spoiled. And I so should have known not to leave him alone with an all access pass to the house just hours after he was first introduced, and not all that properly. I decided to make a grocery run and truly didn't think anything of leaving him alone in a strange house. He's trained, well-behaved, a member of the family....Yeah. Bad, bad move.

Wes and I returned home to find that Gunther had climbed the stairs, panicked about getting back down, and then SHAT.ALL.OVER.BABY'S.ROOM....ALL.OVER. I don't mean a nice little pile of good, solid poo. I mean nasty, runny, nervous as all get out, my family has left me and I'm stuck upstairs poo. ALL.OVER.THE.ROOM.

I stood in the doorway and just cried. Jason came home and I went downstairs to greet him....and stood in the doorway and just cried. Bless that man for knowing his way around a full bottle of Folex and a powerful shop vac.

We now know to block the stairs when we leave. I love my house. Now I just need a good steam cleaner....