Room for Two

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Our house is on the small side- roughly 950 square feet. With just two bedrooms, an eat-in kitchen, and one bath, it was intended to be our starter home. When we moved in, we had a 5-year plan that included saving a ton of money- either to put towards a rebuild on our lot or to put towards the purchase of our next home. We assumed we’d have a baby at some point in those five years and that we’d be in our next home before having our second. Of course, we did not plan to have twins, and we certainly never planned to go down to one income.

We were doing pretty well with our plan when Tiny and Buba arrived in March 2008 (year three). But with the addition of our twins (and all the clothing, gear, and toys), the house began to feel smaller and smaller each day. By the time they turned one, we started to contemplate moving. However, it turned out this wasn’t even an option. We could no longer get a mortgage that would allow us to buy a bigger home based on the income from just T’s teaching salary. So we thought about selling our house and renting a larger home. But because we bought around the peak of the housing market, we’d probably have to take a loss on our home, and we weren’t ready to do that yet.

So we decided to refinance and stay put for a while. This means that Tiny and Buba will be sharing a room indefinitely- at least until age 5 and maybe a couple of years longer. For now, I’m okay with that. They’ve shared a room since the day they came home from the hospital, and even if we lived in a larger home, I’m pretty sure they’d still be sharing a room at this point. But it’s down the road that I’m worried about. How long can a brother and sister share a room before they’ll want their own space and privacy?

My hope is that by the time they are in 2nd or 3rd grade we’ll be in a situation where they will no longer have to share a bedroom. If all goes according to the new 5-year plan, by that time I’ll be back to work and we should have little to no childcare expenses (T and I are both teachers). Hopefully by then the economy and the housing market will have improved, and the additional income should help us when we go to apply for a new loan. Fingers crossed.

Do your twins share a room? And if so, how long do you plan to keep them together?


reanbean is a SAHM to 22-month-old boy/girl twins. She also blogs about Tiny and Buba at

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Shh, mommy's hiding!

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I’ve been here at my mom’s house with the kids for close to two weeks, now.  It’s been super helpful, fun in some ways, stressful in others. But one of the things that is proving most stressful for me right now is the sleeping arrangements.

My mom has a lovely 3-bedroom house, but due to the layout and other logistical factors, we’re really only in two of the bedrooms.  Mom put the two cribs in her room, since that’s where they fit, and moved herself into the guest room.  That leaves me sharing a room with my two 16-month-olds.

It’s always hard to be away from your own house, your space, your usual tricks and tools.  No room darkening shades, no good source of white noise.  And, seriously, I’m just not used to sharing a room with my kids.

For one thing, it’s not quite as restful to feel like you have to creep around so quietly.  Hold my breath as I tiptoe to the bathroom in the dark, lie completely still in my mom’s inexplicably squeaky bed.  At first, since it’s a relatively tall bed, I tried to hide myself from the kids’ view with pillows and a big pile of blankets.  But within 2-3 days, they had figured out that I was the lump on the bed.  And this, much to my dismay, has led to earlier morning waking.  No!!

[See, Mommy, Esq, don’t feel bad writing about sleep!  It gets way better than the newborn days, but it’s always a precious commodity…]

I had been lucky, over the last few months the kids have started waking closer to 7 or even 7:30 on the most awesome days.  Sometimes they wake up earlier, but they’ll chit-chat with each other, lie back down and be quiet or doze off, wake up again.  It’s nice and gradual, and allows me to wake up gently, go downstairs before they’re up, check email and pour cups of milk, etc.  It has gotten good, and I’ve gotten spoiled.

rebecca in massage chairWell, now that they’ve realized I’m there… there’s nothing gradual about it.  They both wake up and stand in the crib, facing me (I’m still hiding under the blankets).  Rebecca will giggle, but that will quickly turn to screaming if I don’t acknowledge her quickly enough.  Daniel just starts saying “hiii-eeee” loudly and repeatedly, sometimes with a “maaah-mee” (mommy) thrown in for good measure.  They think it’s hilarious when I finally sit up and say hello.  It’s cute and all… but it’s dark!  6:15!  No, no, no!

I can’t get up on my own terms, or even close to it.  I can’t get up at all, unless I’m ready for the kids to get up, too.  If I wake up at 5:30 and have to pee, forget it.  I’m not going to risk waking them up with that squeaky bed.

It has been wonderful of my mom to have us here and help so much while I’m limping around.  But, truthfully, I can’t wait until later this week when we move over to my dad’s house.  Oh, I have never appreciated having my own room so much!

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