A visit to the Altman Home

If you were to drop by right now, there are some fun things that you would find.

First, you'd probably say that you didn't know we lived in a condo. Then you'd come in and say that our place is so big (4 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, walk-in closet, etc.). People are always surprised. We don't have a yard but we have a great field across the street for playing catch, soccer, and just running around. We don't have to do yard work and we don't pay for exterior repairs (new roof or gutters). Long story short, it is a great place for us for this time in our life.

With that said, here are things you'd find if you came over for a visit:

1. A slotted spoon in a wicker basket that holds toys.

2. Jackson jumping on his bed in his red, thigh-high cast (pre-orange cast). (Don't tell Dr. Sears.)

3. Pots and pans on the floor.

4. Tupperware on the floor.

5. Markers and copy paper on the table. And, about 40 pictures of trains that Jackson has drawn just today.

6. Two whisks and a trash can in the guest bathroom sink.

7. My completely unmade bed because I thought I would take a nap today.

8. Karson napping in his infant car seat in his bedroom.

9. A step stool in the bath tub along with a nail file, yoga block, and who knows what else. 

10. Blankets covering the patio out back so that Karson doesn't burn his feet while he wanders around.

11. A train table in the office but the trains and tracks are set up on the floor.

12. Jackson's beautiful blue walls covered with hundreds of train pictures that he drew himself. (He is quite the artist.)

13. Jason's clothes in our upstairs bedroom.

14. My clothes, purses, and shoes in the huge master walk-in closet downstairs.

*The master is on the main but it is currently the office/playroom so that we could be upstairs and closer to the kids.

15. Fritz curled up and sleeping on top of a pillow on the sofa.

I am laughing and smiling and truthfully, I am proud of myself. When Jackson was a toddler, I would have been picking up toys as quickly as he could get them out. I would have worried myself senseless over the "chaos" and having great anxiety about the disorder. 

Today, I don't care. The house is clean. The toilets, tubs, and sinks are all clean. The sofas have been vacuumed as well as the floors. We aren't living in a dirty home but we are living in our home and I love it.

See you on the roads.