It felt like forever.
That's when Audrey pushed me gently from the side so she could get access to the microwave to heat up a breakfast sandwich.
And that was the moment when I realized that although we have 960 square feet in this house, my whole entire family was standing on 4 square feet of it.
All of us.
And then, the dog walked over just to see what was going on.
For almost three years we've been living in a 2BR/1BA house. You might think it's not such a big deal for three people to share one bathroom. But there was this one Saturday evening when Grant flushed my hot rollers down our one single toilet. Late on a Saturday night. It's hard to get a plumber to come out on a Sunday.
It's also hard to do without your one single toilet until you can get a plumber to come out on a Sunday.
Sometimes when I tell this story people ask me how Grant managed to flush my hot rollers down the toilet. These people know my son, so I assume the question is a rhetorical one.
A few times every day I think to myself that I need to get a bigger place when our lease runs out in July.
And yet every year in May I look around at the real estate market to see what's available.
And then I look around our cozy little house.
And then I sign that lease again, one more time. Swearing to myself that it's only for one more year.
There's a song by Garth Brooks called "Love Grows Best in Small Houses". And thanks to this house, I know he's right.
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.