What’s life like living in an 800 square foot, two bedroom, one bath apartment? Add in four adults, three teenagers, and two toddlers. It sounds like a joke with a great punch line. It’s what my life looked like for the three months after we left the cabin.
I never expected to end up living with my brother. After all we’d been out of touch for nearly ten years. I had only seen him a handful of times since I’d moved back to my hometown nearly six months ago. When we had no place to go, and were considering having to sleep in our van for a couple weeks until Hubs got his first check, my brother helped us. We discussed the basic ground rules that he had for us staying there. It was basically, get on your feet, stay as long as it takes to do that. Don’t move back to the Gulf Coast.
Even if that meant three months of us sleeping on the floor. Even though it meant nine people sharing a bathroom and tripping over each other. Not only did we have to share a tiny space, but there were also two different sleep schedules. My brother, the teenagers, Sweet Baby and Myself, were on a daytime schedule. My Sister in Law ( I call her my sister) and my youngest niece were on a night time schedule.
Hubs, kids and I all slept in the living room together. At five in the morning, Hubs and my brother were leaving for work everyday. Two hours later, my sister was coming home from work. When Hubs and my brother were coming home from work, my sister and her youngest daughter were waking up.
I thought it was hard keeping my own house clean and organized. That was nothing compared to cleaning up after nine people in a tiny apartment. The cleaning was one thing, the trying to cook for them was another. My oldest niece, an athlete, had a very picky diet. My sister only ate salads, or super junk food. I attempted to make food for the whole family for the first week. After that, it was fend for yourselves basically. I cooked. You either ate it or you didn’t. Most of the time they didn’t.
Life in the apartment was exhausting and trying and great. I got to spend time catching up with my brother’s family. My middle niece, whom I hadn’t seen since she was seven, had changed so much. She now was an accomplished athlete, super independent, and absolutely gorgeous. She also was incapable of even heating up a bowl of soup for herself, which I thought was hysterical. My youngest niece, I had never even met until I moved back home. She is a precocious kindergartner, full of effervescence, and sass. She was able to interact often enough with my verbally delayed toddler to encourage his speech to develop.
Prior to moving in with my brother, my two year old, Sweet Baby, could say one word. “Da”. It was his word for everything. His primary communication stemmed from the sign language we had taught him. Along came my youngest niece. By the time we moved out Sweet Baby was speaking in sentences. He was like an over wet sponge. He was pouring out language.
My older two teen’s, Princess and Spiderman both benefited as well. They are both a little socially impaired. There’s no way to hide from the social aspects of being a teenager around my middle niece. She is a social butterfly, and very outgoing. She helped my two teens feel a little more comfortable being in social situations.
I don’t know if my brother will ever truly know what he did for my family. Two months after we moved in with him Hubs had three additional job offers . One was as an adult IT instructor . It was for much more money than the original job we had moved across country for.
It took almost a year, but we made it. All thanks to a multitude of blessings.
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