Ahhh, home sweet home.
The husband and I have been house-sitting for the last 2 weeks or so for a few different friends.
It’s exhausting work.
1. Because you never really know what you’re getting yourself into.
I mean, what if the basement floods or there’s a gas leak? What if the dog dies and you have to explain to the homeowner that Fido died on your watch?
2. Because you are forced to pack your life into bags and carry it around with you.
I shouldn’t have to explain why this is such a pain.
3. Because not everyone has a king-size bed ready and available for you to sleep on.
I’ll be honest, king is the way to go if you’re a large person. Husband is tall, I’m tall. A king-size bed just makes sense. We had one king-size bed to sleep in over these last two weeks. We also slept on a queen, and worse than that, a double. We didn’t sleep much on those nights.
Tonight we are back home in our ginormous bed and I’m wondering how it’s possible to have come home with more than we brought with us.
I suppose it will remain a mystery.