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Crabby

These 5 am wake-up calls just aren’t working for me. I managed to make Erik lie down until 6, but that hour was not spent peacefully snoozing away. Instead, it was spent saying “hold still, go to sleep, it’s not morning” every five seconds while taking a kick to the kidneys. THIS IS NOT WORKING! SEND HELP, PLEASE!

Also, I think there is a bug crawling up my leg.

Also, I yelled at Mike for farting.

Also, my sewing machine is possessed by a demon and will not work despite a complete cleaning, oiling, thread and bobbin change.

Also, I exfoliated my face and now I have zits every where.

Also, Erik thinks the new webcam is a drag along toy and won’t leave it alone.

Also, Mike ate the last of the ice cream so I had to follow my no sugar plan.

I’m very crabby.

At least Erik was sort of cute tonight when he army crawled over to me with a mischievous grin, then crawled on my lap and whispered that he wanted to brush his teeth and go to bed. Unfortunately, he hadn’t even eaten dinner yet so I couldn’t quite whisk him away and put him down. I don’t need a hungry child in my bed all night.

The offer on our house didn’t go through. Our realtor has stepped up his game and wanted to go house hunting tonight. Turns out a weekday evening is the perfect time to assess neighborhoods because you can see who is coming home from work and who is hanging out, causing trouble. We decided not to offer on the house where I was attacked by a swarm of angry chihuahuas. Not that we were going to offer anyways, but when you have six little ankle biters coming at you with their teeth bared and their barkers going crazy, you run and thank your lucky stars you won’t be living next door to them.

We did find the perfect townhouse.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let us get it! Please!

Ok, so it is not totally perfect. If it was my total dream house, it wouldn’t be in our price range. However, there is no way we are going to get anything better in this price range so if we don’t get it I’m going to cry a river large enough to solve the world thirst problem.

It’s light and airy and larger than I would have expected it. It’s an end unit with a large (for a townhouse) yard. It is on a weird little nub of a road that doesn’t have any houses across the street. The line of homes is well kept and the one neighbor we saw was friendly.

Big drawback: the basement is unfinished. If it were finished there is no way it would be in our price range. Obviously we can’t spend this type of money then drop a huge chunk of change getting it finished properly, but our realtor gave us some ideas about how we could make it a usable space for a playroom. It has a bathroom rough in already done, though the location makes me wonder what the heck the people where thinking. Even without the finished basement, I think we could be very happy in this place. The space! The green, green space! And the storage! The less savory parts of the basement can be piled high with rubber maid tubs. And the deck! And the yard! Oh my!

Our realtor is calling us tomorrow after he makes sure it is really available, then we’ll put in an offer. The property is bank owned, so there is no one to insult if the offer is too low. Still, I think we should put in a higher offer than we put on the other one. I want it! I want it baaaaaaaaad!

Did that sound dirty?

By the by, Dawn has updated her photostream with her pics from this weekend! She has some really cute ones. I’ll have the rest of mine up tomorrow, I hope.


4 Responses to “Crabby”

  1. lainey Says:

    Good luck with the townhouse. That’s so exciting!

  2. Emee Says:

    How awesome about the townhouse! And it’s owned by the bank? Even better. You can give them a lower offer because they’ll probably be happy to get it off their books as a liability and have the $$ instead. I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you.

  3. Mommyprof Says:

    Fingers crossed on the townhouse!

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  4. Caroline Says:

    Do NOT highball your offer. There are plenty more fish in the sea. Even if you are picky and only like one out of every 3,000 fish, there are still other fish in the sea. Especially if the bank owns the property, you don’t need to signal a willingness to negotiate upward.

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