No, this is not a review of the Julia Donaldson book, although it is one that we love, I have simply stolen her title. That is allowed right?
You see we are lucky enough to live in a decent sized terrace, three bedrooms, one bathroom, and do not have to accommodate a pig and a cow and a hen. It is just me, Mr B, The Boy and Little Miss. And we fit just fine, most of the time, although sometimes another bathroom would be extremely helpful.
But what if we WERE to add one more. I am not saying we WILL, just hypothetically. Things look a bit more…well…squashed. And squeezed. Unfortunately my work, and Mr B’s, often means needing to work weekends when no nursery care is available. This means we tend to rely enormously on the huge generosity of my folks. And, given their generosity, making them camp out on the floor would be rather cruel to say the least so one of those rooms needs to remain, as now, a guest room.
Much as we love them, the husband and myself are not inordinately keen on sharing our room either. So that leaves just the one bedroom for the littlies. Two is fine. Three may be a bit more squashed…and squeezed.
So if we did add another tiny person, despite their mini-ness, things would need to change. Quite a bit.
I can see two real options.
- Convert the loft.
- Move house.
Only option 1 costs a fortune and option 2 makes me sad. And even if we sort out the bedrooms we would also need a car that could accommodate three child-seats. (Though I would secretly LOVE to exchange our car for anything else. Seriously anything. Words simply cannot express my hatred for our battered old Saab. If the stereo could ever be bothered to work again I may consider making friends but at present we remain sworn enemies.)
And buggies? Luckily number one can walk but we may need a double buggy for the other two and they cost a fortune right?
So, all in all, another baby is a really bad plan.
And no I’m not broody. *Whistles and shuffles away.*
These guys, with a little help from IKEA, seem to have things pretty much sorted though. Maybe I need to recruit them for consultation.
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