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Taking the Coat Off the Pajamas

When we were looking for a new house two years ago, I was very much hoping we’d find one with a proper mud room area. We were living in a typical 1960s-era split level, so when we entered the house, we walked right into our kitchen/dining area. There was no convenient place to store the uniform shoes/jackets/backpacks the kids used every day, and it’s embarrassing to say that we needed a spot. We’re all droppers: there’s not a natural neat-nick in this family, though we keep trying to pretend that gosh no, there are no clothes/shoes/bags all over the floor behind that closed door. We are IMMACULATE. (Remember this in a few sentences, okay?) When we saw this house, then–the one we’re living in now–I was super excited to discover that there was, in fact, a blessed, glorious, mud room. Actually, it wasn’t so much a room as a built-in shelving unit shoved against the wall opposite the garage door, but to me, it was paradise. The first thing I did after we moved in was…

Welcome Home

You know, I was just fine with living in our house. Yeah, it’s small, but hey, that’s less to clean. I’d like a more private, more lush yard, but gosh, we’re so close to everything (and by everything, I mean Target and Wegmans, of course). And, you know, there’s the pool. The POOL. It doesn’t matter that we won’t be able to afford to send our children to summer camp, or piano lessons, or feed them a square meal on days ending with “y” because most of their inheritance has been poured into a new pool liner, various squirrel-attacked covers, and the occasional SCUBA diver to dig glass shards out of the deep end (glass tables and concrete don’t mix, but you could’ve probably told us that already). We liked the light and the character of this house. That, and you get what you get and there’s no use doing anything but accepting what you got. Until we brought Cian home from the hospital nine months ago, that is. That’s pretty much when our house…

Extreme Makeover: Yard Edition

David and I are in the middle of gutting our landscaping. Are you jealous? Yeah, I didn’t think so. We live in an older home (we throw around words like “character” and “charm” a lot when we talk about the house, so you can probably guess the age of it…). And I think when you buy a house with some years behind it, you have to be prepared that the yard might, well, soon be in desperate need of a face lift. But five years ago we were new homeowners. To say we weren’t prepared is like suggesting that someone who can’t ride a bike should probably rethink that triathlon. And besides, I sort of hesitate to use the word “landscaping” when I talk about our yard. Wanna know why? Example A: the previous owners had stuck little black wrought iron fences haphazardly around the front and side yards and then had the audacity/funny idea/sadistic nerve to surround them with daylilies. Mound upon mound of daylilies which multiplied so quickly that by our second summer in the house we were weeping bitter tears from allergy…