I still walk in the wrong room about half of the time. None of the bedrooms are where I think they should be.
One of our neighbors (behind us) has a tendency to leave unsavory (ie X rated) TV shows on all night long, and since he doesn't believe in blinds or curtains we can see it in our spare bedroom. As F and I were discussing solutions to this one morning in the front yard I started looking at the neighbor houses, and then looking at our house. For the life of me, I could not figure out which house was the one with the TV on all night. Huh, wrong side of the house there Amy. I am continuously confused.
Another neighbor had grandchildren over one evening and they were playing in their backyard which is plainly visible from O's room. Instead of O going to sleep she stayed up and watched the children outside her window, for two hours. I went to check on her when I was going to sleep, and discovered she popped the screen out of her window so she would have a better view. *sigh* New house, new boundaries to teach.
I am still not used to all the sounds that come with the house. Not just thinking the air conditioning is on, when I hear the refrigerator, but rather I hear thumping noises and keep going to see if I have visitors. I still haven't figured out what I am hearing.
Beautiful flowers hang on our front porch, and it is apparent the people before us enjoyed landscaping/flowers. I am struggling to keep all those pretty flowers alive and am failing. Too much water? Not enough? Those flowers are so stinking picky. Thank goodness we are 2/3 of the way done with August and they are going to die soon anyway, right? I have a black thumb. I can kill cacti. These flowers just don't stand a chance.
Yesterday I was so sick and tired of spending from the moments I woke up to the moments before I went to bed unpacking I decided to take a 1/2 day break. O and I went to the playground, we read books, and did nothing in particular to make the house look more like home. It was splendid.