When I was a kid, I had an aunt who lived in New York City. Whenever we'd visit her, I could never sleep. All night long from her 14 th floor apartment, you'd hear sirens blaring, taxis honking, cars backfiring (or were those gunshots?). I couldn't imagine how anyone could get used to all that noise. When my aunt came to visit us in the suburbs, on the other hand, she complained it was too quiet.
By Abigail Green for TheBump.com
Veer / The BumpThe point is, you get used to your surroundings. I am reminded of this every time I'm around people who don't have small children at home.
When my parents come to visit, for example, I have all these visions of going to the gym, shopping, going out to dinner with my husband - basically taking full advantage of the free babysitting. But then after the first day or two I begin to realize that most people aren't used to our "lifestyle," as it were.
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