One of the questions I hear is “how are you going to live without any personal space?”
To this, I have to ask a question in return:
What’s this “personal space” thing you speak of?
(Even the cat gets in on our constant dog pile.)
This is all day, every day. I sit, and someone is instantly there to sit with/on me. I get up, and everyone moves with me like there is some magnetic force radiating from my body. I stand in one spot, and there will be someone wrapping their small self around my leg until actual stepping is impossible and all movement becomes a shuffle slide ordeal.
There is no personal space now!
And this doesn’t just go for me. When they aren’t attached to me, the boys are attached to each other. You would never know that we’ve got 38 acres of space to roam by the way they are stuck together.
We’ve got an 8′ long kitchen table and this is how they all sit to play at it. Three very different boys doing three very different things in one very same space.
“Spread out” is a completely foreign concept to them.
Here’s an example of a daily activity around here that I joke is just the boys practicing for bus life. (Also a hint at our minimalism…I’ve got empty kitchen cabinets because we just don’t have the stuff to fill them.) They think this is the best.
Now, in an effort to be transparent and honest, I’m not going to act like my children never scream things like “GET HIM OFF OF ME” or “GO AWAY, BROTHER” or “I WILL TOOT ON YOU IF YOU DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE”, because they totally do. I imagine they will yell similar things on the bus, but I’m still not concerned because I’ll likely be yelling the same thing at them then as I do now…”GO OUTSIDE” or “NO TOOTERS ON THE BUS” or “THIS IS WHY MAMA IS IGNORING YOU AND LIKING THINGS ON INSTAGRAM.”
It’ll be fine. Really. Just try not to toot on anybody.