It's only been a week since my last post, but it seems like it's been months since I've written in this space. I'd like to say that it was because I was gone on some glorious hiking excursion, but really it's just been a recovery period of sorts.
I've never mentioned it here before out of respect for my mother and father - in - law's privacy, but it seems like an appropriate time to share now. About a year ago, Mike's parents moved in with us. My mother - in - law was recovering from breast cancer at the time {She's been cancer free for a year now!!} and because she couldn't work during the surgery and recovery period, they ended up losing their home. After much consideration, we let them move in with us. It has not been an easy journey, to say the least, and has been a true learning experience in patience and tolerance.
Fortunately, for everyone, a couple of weeks ago they both decided it was time to move on and rent a little house of their own.
Our house is so quiet now, without all the hustle and bustle of extended families, extra grandchildren on the weekends, and all the pets {oh, the pets!}. We've mostly been relishing the quite, slow way of life we're used to and have missed so much.
So you see, we're moving through our recovery period carefully. The words are beginning to work their way back to me again. I can see true happiness and laughter returning to our days. We're patching things up. Both emotionally and physically. And with all this extra space, I'm getting a new studio!
Jake moved his room into the vastness of the now empty basement and I'm getting the tiny little room to call my own. Where no one will bother me, and the three extra dogs don't bark, and the two extra cats don't leave hair all over, and three year olds aren't wiping their jelly faces on my hand spun alpaca.... Oh damn, and I said I wouldn't go there. I did say we're moving through recovery slowly, right.
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I've never mentioned it here before out of respect for my mother and father - in - law's privacy, but it seems like an appropriate time to share now. About a year ago, Mike's parents moved in with us. My mother - in - law was recovering from breast cancer at the time {She's been cancer free for a year now!!} and because she couldn't work during the surgery and recovery period, they ended up losing their home. After much consideration, we let them move in with us. It has not been an easy journey, to say the least, and has been a true learning experience in patience and tolerance.
Fortunately, for everyone, a couple of weeks ago they both decided it was time to move on and rent a little house of their own.
Our house is so quiet now, without all the hustle and bustle of extended families, extra grandchildren on the weekends, and all the pets {oh, the pets!}. We've mostly been relishing the quite, slow way of life we're used to and have missed so much.
So you see, we're moving through our recovery period carefully. The words are beginning to work their way back to me again. I can see true happiness and laughter returning to our days. We're patching things up. Both emotionally and physically. And with all this extra space, I'm getting a new studio!
Jake moved his room into the vastness of the now empty basement and I'm getting the tiny little room to call my own. Where no one will bother me, and the three extra dogs don't bark, and the two extra cats don't leave hair all over, and three year olds aren't wiping their jelly faces on my hand spun alpaca.... Oh damn, and I said I wouldn't go there. I did say we're moving through recovery slowly, right.
