January 31st, 2012
‘Night Grandpa, ‘night Elizabeth, ‘night John-boy.
I’m not a member of the Walton family but I play a cohabitator in real life.
We live with my husband’s parents.
It was a rough decision but I was the one pushed for it. It was my idea. With our businesses struggling we were sinking fast and I wanted a chance to breathe.
We moved in, cluttering and stretching out their pretty little house.
Do they have room for us, you ask?
No. Not even close. But they made room for us. Without batting an eye.
Closets were cleared, drawers were emptied and air mattresses were purchased. We overflowed our storage unit and brought boxes and boxes to their house to keep. The garage is a maze of our belongings. …
