There will have to be changes.
We can't go on as we have until now, in our nice, compact (see how I'm already getting sentimental about the very things that until now have been more likely to make me just plain old mental) three/four-room apartment where nobody could ever be more than one doorway away from you.
For one thing, Miss will no longer be sleeping on the mattress on the floor beside our bed, because she'll have her very own room. (With a mattress on the floor where I will no doubt spend a fair proportion of my nights at least at first, as I do now.) Which is good, I know it is: we won't wake her when we go to bed, we'll be able to, y'know, do stuff, without fear of small-voiced retribution, she might even sleep longer... but the thought of it right now feels like sending her to boarding school, or into service - she'll be so far away, it's not natural for a baby to sleep so far from her mother... I'm a sap, that's all there is to it. But sometimes, especially on those rare occassions when B is away for a night, it just feels wrong for me and my two children to be all in different beds, in separate rooms, with walls and doors between us - I dunno, I think it's the cavewoman in me coming out.
Also, I vow to have a cleaning roster stuck to the fridge, with a different task for every day: Monday - swiffer downstairs floors, Tuesday - hoover family room, Wednesday - wash kitchen floor, Thursday - upstairs floors and dusting, Friday - bathrooms; that sort of thing. Fridays will be great. I have to get over this ridiculous attitude of vague outrage and put-upon-ness that things just keep getting dirty and having to be cleaned even though I already did that once. Or else I have to get a job to fund a cleaner.
I'm sure other interesting opportunities to be annoyed by the vastness of our new domain will arise. I might have to pick out the kids' clothes the night before to avoid lots of traipsing up and down stairs all morning before school. (The stairs? When will I hoover the stairs?) I still haven't figured out how I'll keep the small people out of the kitchen when it won't be gateable the way it is now, or what to do when I want to cart Monkey off to his bedroom for three minutes of peace and to stop him beating up his sister. I'm not sure he'll be impressed by the notion of a naughty step, and I'm not really sure I want to channel Supernanny and create one either. Maybe I can just toss him downstairs to the basement instead.