Apparently I have forgotten that I have a blog. Life has gotten in the way, and I have not had a second to sit down to think, or cook, or browse the inter webs.
First it was vacation Bible school volunteer duties that were slowing me down. Then in the middle of that insanity, my innate nosiness got the best of me, and I just had to see the inside of this house in my neighborhood which I have always loved. Morgan and I walked into the house, and my first reaction was, "Oh, shit." It was gorgeous, and comfortable, and "us" in every way.
I came home full of dreams and schemes on how in the world I could swing the house. Morgan confessed he was doing the same thing. However, the plan has always been to move into my parents' house in a few years when they build a house on some adjoining property. So, my dad admitted that he has no desire to move for at least another ten years, and we should seriously think about this house. We look at it again, make an offer which the sellers accepted, and all of the sudden we are under contract on our dream house.
At this point I was about to have a full blown panic attack. List making and deep breathing is helping. I got through a huge project at work last week then went into clean/purge/organize mode. A week after going under contract on new house, our current house is on the market! (she crows not at all modestly). I'm exhausted, but in absolute wonder/fear of the lack of clutter in my house. Miss Priss keeps asking for all of her various large pieces of plastic (her kitchen is being renovated, and her car is getting fixed- she seems satisfied with these responses).
We had a few showings yesterday before it was officially listed. Packing up Buddy, Deeds and Dell Harper on short notice is a sweaty, hectic endeavor. I had to wake both sleeping babies yesterday and get them out of the house for a last minute showing. The definition of a motivated seller. In case you are curious, putting your house on the market with a potty-training two year old, and a nursing baby is a rather stress-inducing proposition. Hopefully the house will sell quickly!
So that's what it is happening with me. Fingers crossed that everything will work out- I am a nervous wreck with all these happenings, but so amped up at the same time.