So Craig and Luisa and Andrew will be moving in with us in a bit more than a week. Their house sold, and their new house is not yet completed.
Their dog, thank goodness, is going to Craig’s mother’s house. The cat will come with us. Poor Ruby doesn’t know what will hit her: a two-year old AND a Siamese cat. Talk about double whammys.
It will be very strange for me to have another family living with us. I adore Andrew, and he digs me, so that’s not a problem. Craig will hide behind a computer most of the time, so that’s not a problem. My main concern is how I will interact with Luisa.
Let me be VERY clear: I really like Luisa. I think that she’s a fabulous gal, and Craig is damned lucky to have her as a wife. Luisa and I are VERY different, though, and we’ll be spending quite a lot of time together.
Luisa is very materialistic. That’s not a bad thing, but it’s hard for me to relate to wanting $300 purses and having designer furniture and having a two-year old that only wears the trendiest clothes. It’s like a foreign language to me. Luisa dresses phenomenally, drives a nice car, and (gulp) cooks dinner every night of the week.
Luisa is a domestic goddess. Her house always looks like a showplace; a phenomenal feat, considering that she has a husband, two animals, and a two-year old to undo all of her efforts with stunning efficiency. Her car doesn’t have french fry crumbs in the crannies and papers strewn about the passenger seat. She has no underwear dangling from the mouth of the dryer for two days straight. Her shoes don’t hang out in entryways so as to cause trips and falls. (Her shoes are all stored in Lucite boxes with Polaroid mugshots of the shoes neatly taped to the front.) Man, is she going to be horrified when she moves in here.
I never had a roommate in college, so I don’t really know what living with another woman is like. I have no idea how we’ll split the groceries, the housework, the utilities, anything. I hope that I’m making more of this than logic and pragmatism warrant.
The biggest pisser is that I will have to cut down on traipsing about the house in my birthday suit.
Whoa. Hopefully, she'll be so grateful you're allowing her to stay there, she'll clean and cook for you and organize your shoes...then you can just sit back and enjoy.
Posted by: shannon at September 22, 2005 9:01 AMI agree with Shannon. She'll be a big help. Maybe you can rent her to those of us who keep clean dishes in the dishwasher and let dirty one's pile up in the sink until they've used the clean ones up.
Posted by: susan at September 22, 2005 10:02 AMYou can always come over here to *help me* between 3 and 5 in the afternoon (except for Thursdays). And I feel you on the birthday suit part. I would miss it, too. - But you can't do THAT over here!
(*help me = hide out)
Yes - hopefully you can relax enough to let her do the work at your house. Might as well take advantage of it!
How long will they be there?
Posted by: JennySmith at September 27, 2005 3:58 PMMy guess is through Christmas.
Posted by: Jen Rodis at September 27, 2005 4:42 PMWhoa, that will be interesting. Good Luck is all I can say. I could never have roomates again. I have one and half and that is hard enough. Of course I am expected to clean up after the half-roomate. I will be curious to see how it goes.
Posted by: Ryland at September 27, 2005 10:05 PMI am unbelievably envious of your friend. I wish I could be that organized. Maybe if she gets bored, she can put your shoes in lucite boxes? Or mine?
Posted by: Cladeedah at September 29, 2005 5:21 PM