BeachGrandma wrote:Deejay, did you say 4 (F.O.U.R.) of you sleep in the back bedroom or was this a typo? Maybe the room is the size of an army barracks, that could explain it. Or maybe you have 2 sets of bunk beds which would save on floor space. This would require a great deal of compromise and consideration of each other to put four women in one bedroom, but hey, growing up we had 9 people in a 3 bedroom house, so since Mother and Daddy had the front bedroom, 7 of us kids slept in 2 bedrooms. Luckily, we were spread out in age so by the time my baby brother was born, a couple of the older ones were on their way out. Frankly, as next to the youngest, I loved sleeping with my older sisters all the time. They told great ghost stories, as did my mother, reading as she did from James Whitcomb Riley children's books which scared us half to death but we still wanted to hear them. Anyway, you have a great opportunity to witness for Jesus, a sort of "Go into all YOUR world and preach the gospel..." Have you ever had to ask one of the women to leave for any reason? And are 7 in your half a house the most you've ever had? I find all this so interesting.
Here comes John with my supper!
Love all you guys.
Nope, no typo. No bunk beds, either. C.J. and Diane sleep in a double, Kristina and I have twin beds--though mine was once a bunk bed--and Debbie, in the other room, is sleeping in Becky's old double bed. Right now Hilary and Heidi are sleeping on the floor on mats and bedding; we're trying to get them twin beds. Seven is the most we've had, yes.
And we have had to kick a couple of people out. One lady claimed that after a month, she didn't have enough money for her meds and her rent, but then we discovered she had stolen money from another roommate, so she was asked to leave. She protested her innocence, but the evidence was stacked against her. Another lady was an alcoholic and a pathological liar; last we heard, she went into rehab. We tried to talk to another lady about her habits, but she was a druggie who hadn't slept in a week, so she got really paranoid, got a friend of hers to help her move out, and while she was sitting in the car out front, one of my roomies saw her take a hit of coke. A few ladies have left of their own will--one got a live-in job as a housekeeper, a few went to live in another house down the street that was supposed to be like ours but it didn't work out, so they returned to the shelter, another lady got a job that required her to move; that's about it.
I'll see if I can get the square footage of the house.