An ongoing discussion the husband and I have is our home, our small house, our tiny abode. We live in a wonderful neighborhood, and when the house was bought almost six years ago, it was perfect. Then, when Wade and I got married almost four years ago, it was fine. Now that Cole is here, it's closing in on all of us. I love our house. I really do. But, it has it's flaws and all of them revolve around a not-so-sound sleeping baby. You see, Cole does not nap all that well. To make matters worse, a buzzing dryer, a flushing toilet a ringing phone will wake him up. So, while most moms can take care of house work during their little ones' naps, I sit perfectly quiet either in our living room or on the front porch. It's not bad, but it's not ideal. Just venting at the frustration with our tiny house.
