A few years ago, a friend of Brian’s and his wife came to visit us. We were very excited to host our friends we had not seen in a while, prepping the house for the tour that inevitably follows inviting someone into your relatively new home. Our friend made a comment I will never forget. “It is so obvious looking around your house that you don’t have kids.” Not, “Oh, look at that light fixture,” or “Your floor plan is so open,” or “How do you like the paint colors you chose?’ or even “Nice house.” Just a comment regarding the lack of obvious adornments a house acquires when children inhabit it. This comment was especially hurtful to me not because it was void concerning the pleasant condition of the house and its features, but because we had been trying to have children for some time, gone through a few insemination cycles and were, at that exact time, speaking with different fertility specialists preparing for in vitro. (Our infertility experiences are another blog post coming sometime) I do not remotely fault her for striking a painful subject with me. How could she have known? In fact, today, I regard her comment as a compliment. She didn’t comment on the light fixtures, floor-plan or paint because that was not what she immediately observed. She longingly noticed nothing was primary colored, everything had a place, breakable artifacts courageously stood within 3 feet from the floor, live plants were strewn about on flimsy decorative plant stands positioned on carpet, and fingerprints did not blanket any and everything glass.
Today, 7 years later. I think she would not say the same. Here is some evidence this house is, without a doubt, inhabited by children!
This can be found taking up my family room if I dont fold it up and hide it well enough.
Constantly unflushed, seat-left-up toilets.
Kids' bathroom mirror 2 days after I clean it
The third garage stall.
BriberyInside the pantry
We own this.