Life In A House
My house is perfect....
Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, big beautiful kitchen full of bright colors and beautiful counters and my big new kitchen table of wonderfulness. My fireplace in my living room, my mantle and my yard, the new plants from my housewarming party. The basement, with the vast expanse of the gaming room and the little loud corner of the music room. The laundry room all ready to recieve the washer and drier.
My house is perfect.
Except.
(It's always that 'except' that gets you.)
Except for the filling of every one of those bedrooms by the guys, Jason and I. Except for the fact that they've stopped doing their chores and haven't finished giving me the money for the food. Except for the $140 electricity bill we got yesterday. Except for the ant problem that I battled and won. Except for the constant stream of strange boys in and out of my house, to play in the band room or on the three networked computers or the gaming systems or the Warhammer table. Except for the Den Mother aspect I find myself in. Except for the fact that it's a month later and I still don't have my washer and drier, which means I have to go to the laundrymat and get hit on by that sleazy Mexican guy with the big cowboy hat again.
Except.
My house is perfect; I'm still figuring out how a 'home' works.
Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, big beautiful kitchen full of bright colors and beautiful counters and my big new kitchen table of wonderfulness. My fireplace in my living room, my mantle and my yard, the new plants from my housewarming party. The basement, with the vast expanse of the gaming room and the little loud corner of the music room. The laundry room all ready to recieve the washer and drier.
My house is perfect.
Except.
(It's always that 'except' that gets you.)
Except for the filling of every one of those bedrooms by the guys, Jason and I. Except for the fact that they've stopped doing their chores and haven't finished giving me the money for the food. Except for the $140 electricity bill we got yesterday. Except for the ant problem that I battled and won. Except for the constant stream of strange boys in and out of my house, to play in the band room or on the three networked computers or the gaming systems or the Warhammer table. Except for the Den Mother aspect I find myself in. Except for the fact that it's a month later and I still don't have my washer and drier, which means I have to go to the laundrymat and get hit on by that sleazy Mexican guy with the big cowboy hat again.
Except.
My house is perfect; I'm still figuring out how a 'home' works.