So...living in a new 3 bedroom apartment. Have most things unpacked. Have I mentioned before that I hate hate hate moving? I hate it even more when a 3rd floor apartment is in anyway associated with the equation. Most of the new place (thankfully on the 1st floor) is arranged and ready to be lived in. SO why do I feel so out of place? Is it because we've got the mom-in-law living with us? I'll admit, that does take a bit of getting used to, but I'd rather it be Silver's Mom, than mine.
I suppose it shouldn't surprise me, with the economy the way it is, it's becoming more and more common for extended families to live together. I'm reserving judgement on this, though. I love our new place, I love the change that has come over the kidlet having grandma look after her after school (although that could be a side effect of the Gluten-Free, Casein-Free diet. Whatever it is, it's worked wonders and her good days are starting to vastly outnumber her not-so-good ones.
So why am I in such a funk? WHY do I feel so restless?
