Most of the upstairs is getting converted into bedrooms for Katrina's family. What has been the boys' bedroom, the art studio, and my office are becoming a master bedroom, a bedroom for my grandsons, and a bedroom for my granddaughter. Trevor is moving out to the cabin--once we no longer have renters (which will be the day after Peter and I get back up here). Rowen has already moved into the pantry room downstairs. Janelle's art materials are getting stored in a variety of locations with her sewing table and computer desk in our bedroom. Meanwhile, I've moved my "office" space to a corner of the living room.
Our days of relatively calm and quiet are soon to be filled motion and noise. Janelle's long morning video calls with Katrina will be replaced by getting to spend time together (although, maybe not as early in the morning). While Trevor will have a bathroom (including a shower with a tub) of his own in the cabin, nine of us will be sharing two bathrooms in the main house--one of which is only accessible by going through our master bedroom. I have a feeling that the phrase "Hurry up!" accompanied by some percussive knocking will become one of the more commonly heard sounds.
Of course, the biggest issue will be people living close to one another--which can frequently lead to unexpected conflicts. In this case, it will be my daughter's family learning how to live with me. I can be quite difficult.