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A shameless plea to “Love It or List It”

January 9, 2013

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Six degrees of separation is the idea that everyone is approximately six or fewer steps away, by way of introduction, from any other person in the world, so that a chain of “a friend of a friend” statements can be made, on average, to connect any two people in six steps. It was originally set out by Frigyes Karinthy and popularized by a play written by John Guare. (As defined by Wikipedia)

Let’s test this out, shall we? I’m asking (purely as a scientific experiment, mind you) that you so kindly “share” this blog post on Facebook or Twitter or by email and ask that your share-ees share also, and let’s see if  anyone at Love It or List It ever sees it. Or Ellen Degeneres. Who doesn’t LOVE Ellen? Or Oprah, I have nothing against Oprah. You say Shameless Attention Whore, I say Average New Yorker starved for space.

My husband’s parental leave ended in mid-October, 2011, and I was back at work, too. My mother lives alone in the Pocono Mountains (60 miles west of NYC, but it might as well be the lunar surface in the winter). She had put us up all summer 2011 while I was on maternity leave, so she and F had an incredible bond. It just seemed like the perfect solution: My mother would stay with us during the week, and she (and a nanny) would look after the baby.

The drawback: Having my mom stay with us meant 3 adults, 1 infant, and 2 cats living in our tiny one-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment. Our apartment is small, even by NYC standards. Don’t get me wrong, I love it. I used to say that I’d live in a refrigerator box on the sidewalk in Manhattan rather than a mansion in the suburbs, and I stick by that statement, maybe even more so now that I’ve been living outside of NYC for 6 months.

We managed to make this situation work from October to January, 2012. If I haven’t said it enough before, my husband and my mother are both saints. Fortunately, they get along famously. My mother loves and admires D, and he truly enjoys her company and appreciates the tremendous help she had been to us. D and I slept on the pull-out sofa in the living room and my mom and the baby shared the bedroom. When the baby cried in the middle of the night, I’d get up and we’d crawl into bed with my mom while I fed him. When he went back to sleep, I’d put him back in the crib and go back to the living room sofa. D would get up early for work and be out of the house before I had to get up. Then my mother would watch the baby while I got ready for work and as soon as the nanny arrived, I’d leave for the day.

We love our tiny apartment in Manhattan, but as Baby F all too quickly turns into Toddler F, and then Little Boy F, and then who knows, maybe possibly Point Guard on the Basketball Team F, or the Tallest Ballet Dancer in His Class F, can we possibly all stay in our apartment?

That’s where “Love it or List It” comes in! Our apartment does have wasted space, i.e., a hallway formed by a wall between the front door and kitchen that really should come down. The kitchen is way too big for the size of the apartment and the bedroom is way too small. We have a full-size bed that just fits as long as you don’t expect to open the bedroom door more than halfway. But the place does have potential, at least for a while.

Or should we just sell it and try to find a bigger place? Can we afford a bigger place in Manhattan? Do we have to move to the suburbs? Maybe we should sell and then rent a bigger place in the city rather than buying.

See what I mean? Wouldn’t this make a fun episode?

Of course, before I go on camera, I need to lose 50 lbs. and have a makeover. There you go, my next blog post will be called “A Shameless Plea to What Not To Wear and The Biggest Loser!”

Next time: Are you his nanny?

Thanks for following and reading! I’d love to hear your story of IVF. Please leave your comments below.

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