Enough-ism
Saturday, April 3, 2010
I was recently at a playgroup and the moms started talking about how they want to upgrade to larger homes.
Apparently, they were all in agreement that they NEED larger homes.
Which I thought was pretty ridiculous since they all have pretty large homes and at most three kids. We're talking multiple level homes with at least 4 bedrooms here.
(Of course I bit my tongue, hence the blog name. I'm a bit desperate for adult conversation, even ridiculous conversation and wanted to get invited back to playgroup.)
I live in the smallest house in the neighborhood. And I'll freely admit that the most attractive thing about my house is the fact that we can afford the mortgage.
But even putting aside the money factor, I honestly don't want to own a larger home.
A bigger house just means more space to fill with crap and more stuff to clean.
And we really have enough crap already.
I also think there is something cozy about a snug little house.
The most ironic part of the whole conversation was that the topic jumped immediately from wanting huge houses to complaining about the long hours their husbands worked.
Nobody else seemed to draw any connection between the two.
