Communal living

My gorgeous friend, Sarah with her newborn daughter. Wanna come live next door to me, Sar???

After seeing how much easier life is with grandparents and family being around a lot recently, I have a new found respect for communal living.

Whilst at college amd trying to hold down 2 jobs and a new marriage, living in a community felt like another "task" on my list along with washing cars and dishes. I felt no need to build some strong relationships with the other college people living around me because life was already so full and I just wanted to be selfish and have time for myself once I got indoors.

Now that I have kids that need constant entertaining, the thought of living in community really is starting to grow on me. It really just shows my selfish nature. Now that communal living can help ME, I'm happy to be a part of it. But there it is- the reality of it.

I would love more than anything now to live in a community of godly people who have nothing to do all day but keep their own kids entertained and learning. How blissful would that be?

Each Mum would dump their kids on another family for a day a week, houses would be cleaned and dinners cooked with much less stress than if the task was undergone alone. And there'd be a whole heap of strung out mothers with other mums to encourage them. Life would expand. Solitude would be found in the evenings, and with others living next door, monitors could be hooked up to neighbouring houses so mums and dads could go out without even disturbing the kids or the family next door (unless of course, a child wakens =) )

This just sounds delightful to me at this stage of my life.

I'll keep you all posted if our neighbouring property comes up for rent. Tee hee.