Yet another reason to have a dog.

Wembley, the dogly saint

Last night was rough.

We’ve moved into the new house, but Little Man can’t stay there during the day because, until yesterday, the paint was still wet and all of our worldly possessions are stacked in the middle of each room. So, every day we drop him off at our nanny’s house and pick him up at day’s end. All fine, except our nanny lives an hour away, sometimes more as traffic during rush hour is always going with you.

So, last night I left work at 4:45, got to her house at 5:20 (amazing time), packed him up and set off again at 5:45. He hates the car seat now so he goes stiff as a board when you try to put him in it and starts screaming. Last night he alternated screaming and whining for an hour in the car. I was so frazzled when we got home; I called Mike to vent but just ended up being nasty to him out of frustration (he was at the old house trying to empty the fridge). [Read more...]

We find out whether we have a home, today or tomorrow.

Tomorrow is such a big day. It’s little man’s birthday. His first (I guess we don’t count the day of birth, although we should!!) birthday.

We also find out whether we have a new house. Our offer was accepted, but we are waiting on the appraisal results now. The last house we offered and they accepted but the house appraised at 40,000 less than the agreed price, so all parties pulled out. When my husband told me about that one, he had this awkward, nervous smile on his face. It’s a face I’d never seen on him before and it’s a face I never want to see again.

Fingers are so tightly crossed.

The ongoing search for a home

7 months ago, Mike and I went and got pre-approved for a house. We were so excited, we’d been talking about this day for years and I have pored over design magazines and books borrowed from our fabulous library. 7 months later, we have seen over 50 houses, made 5 offers and are about to make our sixth. When I say “seen” I mean packed our son into the car, driven to the house, rain or shine, pulled him out, toured the house (met our fair share of obnoxious owners and realtors along with some nice ones), put our now miserable child back in the car and driven to another one. [Read more...]