I hate that saying..."Hindsight is Always 20/20"...and right now, I feel like its mocking me. It might as well be my mother on my worst day saying, "I told you so." (For the record, my mother has never said that to me on my worst day.)
As I was fluttering from room to room tonight...chasing children, chasing the dog...I realized (as I often do) that not a single room in my house is clean in the sense that I would want someone to see it. And its only Tuesday. This is a problem. And then I think of our old house...
It was about 1200 square feet with a living room, breakfast nook, kitchen combo, three small bedrooms, 3 small closets, and two small bathrooms. The laundry "room" was in the kitchen with bi-fold doors to the washer and dryer. It took approx 2 hours to clean the whole thing from top to bottom. And it was often quite clean. The yard was beautiful. My mother had given us a tremendous amount of plants that she had split from her own yard. Twice a year - Spring Break and Fall Break - we would spend an entire weekend planting and trimming and mulching. We (and I do mean both Chris and I) worked until our our hands were blistered and we had a line of sunburned skin on our lower backs from our shirts riding up while digging in the dirt.
And then we decided that with a third child on the way and both of us in grad school and that one day the girls would want their own bedrooms that we should move to a bigger house. So we did. And doubled our house payment, our square footage and our yard. At first, it was amazing! So much room! So many closets! Big beautiful bathrooms!
Now? I miss that old house. I am in awe of how we have completely filled this space in the past 2.5 years. And our yard? Ugh. Don't even get me started.
Hindsight is always 20/20. And if I had to do it all over again? Well, now I know, bigger is not always better.