I don't know what I am going to with myself when mil moves in with us to our 1.5 bedrm, 1100 sq. feet apartment. Am I going to be able to get on the internet, scream at the kids, fart? My cooking is not going to be good enough, I am not going to be good enough. If I lived in a spacious house, I would not mind- but in this apartment we are going to be pratically on top of each other! ugh. double ugh.