The realtor walked my mom and I upstairs first. The bedrooms were spacious. One of them was 15 x 17 with vaulted ceilings. Mom nudged me. Since Curly had joined the family at this point, I knew that each of the three kid bedrooms would need to sleep two kids each. In the back of my mind, I considered the fact that if need be we could toss three kids in this extra large room.
|Curly's room boasts chachkies galore!|
our family shares a room with a sibling, shoves toys and chachkies in all available corners, and entertains friends in his/her bedroom space.
A huge closet - I can wrap my brain around that bonus feature! Fortunately this master came equipped with an awesome, walk-in closet, and a separate albeit smaller closet for Coach. Even better!
The hall bath, what we refer to as 'the kids' bathroom', was huge. That night I noted that there was enough room to leave an infant tub on the floor near the regular tub. I could haul three older kids (relatively speaking 'older': as in older than a 6 month old) out of the real tub without fearing that they would trip over the plastic baby tub or fall over it. Thus risking a slippery-kid pile-up. I imagined tots wrapped in towels wandering around the room while an even older kid might be brushing his teeth - without incident. Bliss.
The living and dining rooms were also large. A full bath on the first floor - definitely a plus. The enormous family room opened to the kitchen.
That's when reality sunk in. The kitchen left much to be desired. The space for a table WAS very generous, so I decided to cope with the u-shaped work area, lack of island, ugliest granite ever, and refaced by Home Depot (not replaced) kitchen cabinets. It was definitely a step up from the kitchen I was accustomed to - just not in line with the spacious-type rooms in the rest of the house. I nodded at the realtor as we turned to descend the basement stairs to check out what that space was like.
|My former kitchen really only had this one countertop. It was wall to wall people in the sitting area.|
As much as 6 kids make me tired, it exhausted me to ponder starting over in a great house WITH ANOTHER looming basement project. The addition of an actual study and a three car garage were inevitably the icing on the cake.
Coach had planned to go out after work that night to watch March Madness
basketball. I called him at work and described my find. Big bedrooms, spacious kid bath, a real study (not that shoving a computer on an old rickety desk in a closet near the backdoor of our current house wasn't ideal), a first floor full bath, and a three car garage.
I bathed the kids that night in my usual fashion. I leaned across the pink toilet and reached thru the clumsy glass shower door into the pink tub. I wedged a few towel clad kids in front of the sink, perched on the toilet while I dried them, and then chased them down the hall to dress in their room.