Monday~November 9, 2009 How can there be no time to cry? We rushed out the door this morning so our house could be inspected. I drove around with Asher and with the dog climbing all over and her smell climbing all over and went to my Aunt’s house. Asher climbed all over her stairs and he can’t do stairs because he can’t see well without his broken glasses but he just would not stop with the stairs so we left. We were just in limbo with nothing to do. We went to get groceries, and I thought about how frustrating it is that we put an offer on a house on Friday night and we still haven’t heard anything. Then I bought milk and meat which wasn’t that smart because I couldn’t put the milk and meat in the fridge because we couldn’t go home because of the inspection. I wanted to cry […]
Wednesday~November 4, 2009 Miles keeps coming home from school with pictures like this one: and this one: He’s been thinking a lot about what it means to “move house.” He’s been listening closely while his mom and dad talk about showings and rush around cleaning for those showings. He’s been listening even more closely when we talk to him about the possibility of selling. We’ve worked hard at pointing out all the positive things about moving, should it actually happen. He’s the kind of kid that needs to mull over these things and then look at the bright side of saying goodbye. So am I. When we got two offers last night we didn’t think too much about the possibility of selling because the offers were very low. We countered the higher of the two offers, bringing the number nearly back to our original asking price. Then we said well, that’s that…maybe someone […]