Am I the only one who finds this post (even within context) to sound somewhat creepy?
When you're deaf and blind and instead of seeing their happy faces and hearing their laughs you're enshrined in a veil of darkness and constant noise from hell and you're unsure if they are really your kids or if it's just your care-taker's trick to try to make you happy for one second. I'd rate that one somewhere around 4/10.
Since getting the word of grad school acceptance, a refresh of the apt has been in the works. Got it rolling this week. Kid's room first, finished that today. Hoping to have our bedroom done in the next month or so. Then will turn attention to the kitchen.