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Post by kiery on Mar 11, 2010 15:44:56 GMT -5
*hugs* that's just.....absurd.
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Post by kiery on Feb 27, 2010 11:37:03 GMT -5
*hug* we never did the Gothard system, but we knew people who did, and their poor kids were just.......*is so sorry*
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Post by kiery on Feb 24, 2010 11:58:28 GMT -5
Wow, I understand that. Thankfully, we actually ended up moving into bigger houses where we were able to convert some of the extra rooms into bedrooms. We started out in a 3 bedroom in FL, my dad closed in the porch and made a nursery/school/hurricane room so I didn't really have to share a room until mom was pregnant with the 4th (our family is predominantly female, so my brother had his own room). Then a single mom and her family moved in and my brother moved to the school room. Eventually we (through foreclosure, because "God would save our house or provide a new one") moved into a bigish 3 bedroom + den rental (yeah,with two families). I felt bad for my brother because at that point he didn't actually have a room, he had a bed behind the couch or slept in a closet, while I shared a room with the oldest of the single mom's kids (bad, bad idea), and her and the other two were in a spare room, and my sisters (3 at this point, and mom was pregnant with another) shared the closed off den next to my parents. Eventually we ended up moving to Atlanta (by this time we've added two bunk-beds and another girl, so there were 6 of us) to a house my grandparents had bought. We converted the basement into bedrooms, so we had 2 girls in each of the upstairs rooms and me and my brother downstairs. Mom's gotten pregnant twice since then, with a boy and a girl, but I left, which freed up a room, so right now there's two girls to a room, and the two youngest share (as they're almost 3 and 1, so it's not a big deal) , and my brother closest to me, thankfully, has his own space.
Anyway, yeah, it really does seem to happen that way, I think most of my sisters have worn clothes that came from when I was a baby, and my mom somehow figures out how to make dollars stretch (as my dad is an electrician and that part of the economy in Atlanta really sucks). We tried sewing our own clothes, but it was easier to shop on the walmart clearance racks. Still, we always had good christmases, and when we needed shoes and stuff mom would find a way to get them, or someone we know would send hand-me-downs and things, which really did help. We never went hungry either, I blame most of this on my mom's insane budgeting skills, even though she'd only get things on sale and buy really weird peanut butter (she only did that once, this year, after I left, but yeah) because it was a 2for1 deal, as much as it annoyed me, it really was kinda necessary with all of us.
We also have very generous grandparents who would help out and step in when things got really tight. My grandma sent us Angel Food packages for a while, and my Gramme, when we moved, got us all warm boots and coats (since it gets really cold in GA as opposed to FL where we're all from).
In that light, I feel really bad for people like the Duggars who have _all_ the girls in one room and _all_ the boys in another....poor kids. Oddly, in my family, we were actually allowed to be somewhat individual (you know, as long as we agreed with my parents on stuff, we could be cowgirls, ballerina's, and campaign managers before we got married and had to raise a ton of kids).
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