Posting has been a bit slow here, I know, and I’ve also failed to keep my dear readers up to date on some Big Life Goodness. As I always keep you up to date on the Big Life Badness and General Complaints Lodged against the Universe (see: pregnancy nausea), I should probably go ahead and say the neat stuff too.
Back in bitter cold February, I offered 7 reasons I wanted to buy a house (and mentioned that we were pretty sure we could finally get a mortgage). After figuring out the details, we looked at houses for exactly one week, put down two offers, and had our second offer accepted.
We’re supposed to close next week, at which point we shall actually own the house and there shall be much rejoicing! I have repeatedly threatened to pee all over it–you know, to mark it–but Eric says no. He has, however, agreed to a pizza picnic on the floor the evening of the closing. That sounds like more fun anyway, although how are the other animals supposed to know it’s mine, huh?
This is the first time we’ve owned a home, the first time Noah has ever had a house or a yard where he can garden and play and keep his stuff, the first time Eric and I have moved into a place expecting to stay there long at all. It will be a huge relief–and a huge change–not to spend part of each year trying to figure out whether to resign a lease and whether/where we’ll be moving next. We are glad to have rented this long (we know so many people who got stuck in houses/towns when the real estate market did its scary thing), but now that we know where we want to be and have some clue about our finances, this is an awesome shift for our family. And one we would have found unimaginable a year ago, when we were living off SNAP, WIC, and my last few unemployment payments.
In the meantime, the fairies do not appear to be packing or cleaning for us. And Simon is not amenable to the whole project. (When he got hold of a box that had been shipped to us, he removed a strip of packing tape and promptly affixed it over both nostrils and his mouth. I am not even kidding. Imagine what he would do with a roll of the stuff, a permanent marker, scissors, or breakable items.) So, we’re trying to shove a lot of work into nights (despite already not getting enough sleep, thanks for that too, Simon) and weekend afternoon naps. Oh, and our regular childcare provider is out of town for a long time right now, meaning my only writing/research time happens during afternoon naps on weekdays. So, yeah.
But we’ll be puttering around our own backyard soon!