Here's what made me think of that: this past weekend we gutted our kitchen. I mean it is down to the drywall where the cabinets were, down to the studs in some places, and down to the slab where there once was terra cotta tile. That room is empty. This leaves us with an itty-bitty kitchen island in our dining room that now holds command central: microwave, toaster oven, coffee pot, with refrigerator next to those and our dining room table as our eating and working space. It's tight.
The girls made a few comments early on about not wanting the kitchen to be gone, which I think just means they have happy memories of being in there and can't really imagine what the new one will be like. We told them several times that they will like the new kitchen, too, and it will be even better because everything will work correctly and it will look a thousand times nicer. We're really just putting cabinets and appliances back in the same spaces, but they won't be from 1982 anymore, and it's been a long time coming.
Anyway, the weekend was full of loud construction noise and dust and crabby parents and lots of "find something to do" moments, and they just went with it. They played together most of the time, and they only got snippy with each other a few times. We ordered in dinner Saturday night and had a picnic on the living room floor while we watched The Avengers, and they were thrilled! Then Sunday we got right back to it, and they were still great, still finding things to do, not really complaining at all. Finally, after lunch, I felt guilty for kind of ignoring them all weekend, and I took them to a movie and to the grocery store while Drew finished up. They were great for me out of the house, too!
They are generally pretty laid back kids, but we were a little concerned that they would get whiny or not play together well or something that would make the kitchen work even harder, but they never did. They are even OK with our weird, crowded dining room, at least for now.
They were awesome when we went to Washington DC in August, too. We trapped them on a train for 9 hours one way, kept them up too late, made them walk for miles, took them on the bus and subway and changed plans several times. And they LOVED it! They are still talking about what a great trip that was and how they want to go on another one.
|Perfectly happy on the train.|
All of this just adds to my confidence that we are doing the right thing. When we finally get our first big trip underway, they will be as excited as we are, and they will just go with whatever comes next. At least, that is my hope, and I'm trying so hard to be more like them every day! My life would be so much better if I could just go with it more and stop worrying about everything. Easier said than done, but I'm really trying.