Yes, my parents "kept" me in the basement as a child. My brother and I both. Our rooms were conviently located below ground level, good for them and great for us. We thought it was the coolest thing... we had a decent amount of privacy, and they kept their sanity.
However, fast forward to today, put an entire family of 4 in my old room, and its not so cool.
My husband, two children and myself have spent the past 5 weeks living in my childhood bedroom. Why? To make a long story short, we sold our house, bought a different one (that wasn't quite ready) and needed a place to stay in the interium. Here is where I send a big THANKS MOM AND DAD!
They have been phenominal. We have put a strain on their space, electric bill, pantry closet, and sanity. Even their dogs, I think, have had enough. Everyone, is ready for some space.
Between my 3-year-old jumping on the couch, my 1-year-old pulling the dog's tail, my husband and I struggling to sleep in a full-size bed with at least one kid crammed in the middle....I have never had a greater need for space.
However, interestingly enough, I am going to miss the company. There is never a dull moment. Although *dull* right now, sounds really, really, NICE.
