Atomictumor

It’s been feeling a little too cozy at the Cemestos Gardens lately. <1200 square feet + 6 people with varying degrees of mood swings = high probability of irking someone just by existing.  It’s fun to whine about, but even more fun to figure out solutions:

• Get smaller furniture.  In theory, if we have mini-furniture, we’ll have more room to move around, right?  And it’s fun to buy furniture.
• Daydream about adding on, despite the fact that we don’t like the road we live on, we’d have to chop down several trees, any addition would make the house look lopsided, and home renovation is a pain in the arse.
• Convert the crawl space into a bedroom for Wingnut.  He’s too young to be afraid of spiders, and he’s a great crawler.
• Okay, back to that daydream about adding on - did I mention that the plans I drew up included a super-secret parents’ room with a plasma TV and wet bar?
• Search the classifieds for homes we can’t (yet) afford, like this one (which, admittedly, I like primarily because it actually has 1.3 acres - that doesn’t happen very often in the Oak Ridge).  Wait, can this be considered a solution?  I don’t think so, because it just makes me woeful.  I’ll have to cross it off.
• Try to make myself feel better with the whole “the longer we live here, the more equity we’ll build” line.
• It’s handy to remind October that she’s the only one in the family to have her own bedroom.

Hmmm…that’s about it on solutions.  Back to browsing the classifieds.  I also like this one.  Dig the stone.