Remember that time in July where I just up and had a baby and that was the first anyone heard about it? That was funny, wasn't it?
Apparently, I had so much fun with that, I seem to be doing it again.
Not having a baby. That would be way too soon.
We are buying a house.
See, I am still not confident that it is all going to happen. We have put so many offers in on so many houses, and for one reason or another, it has always fallen through. For ridiculous reasons, too. It was frustrating. Especially the getting my hopes up bit. That part wasn't so bad, it was the tragic dashing of them when we were told for one reason or another that it wasn't going to work out. We have been doing this for two and a half years, now.
I tend to be a bit dramatic, I have been told.
But it was hard nonetheless.
And so, my hesitance abounds. We should be signing the papers this week. Thursday or Friday, I am hoping.
Which means, Merry Christmas to me!
All I wanted for Christmas was a new house, and I may be getting it!
Now, it seems we have a bit of a Groundhog Day situation on our hands.
Not the actual day, mind you, but the movie situation.
Repeating the same day over and over and over, expecting different results.
Which is also the definition of insanity, according to Albert Einstein.
It is the final count-down.
I get to pack every day this week in the hopes that between running to and from school twice a day, taking care of the most adorable baby on the planet (which means developing enough self control to put her down once in a while), helping Keith with his homework, and cuddling with Faye, I get to somehow fit packing up two and a half years worth of accumulated "stuff". I know it sounds like I am complaining, but I really truly am not. I am happy for this.
I am not seeing a lot of variety in my days, though. Good thing there is the Extravaganza, right? A little diversity is always a good thing.
And hopefully Thursday we will have amazingly good news about the house as well.
Prayers and dreams do come true!