Guess who’s going to be the owner of a beautiful Barbie Dream House (no, not the Barbie meth house) in Georgia?? Do you want to know? Do you REALLY want to know? So do we. Contract FAIL. NO no no, they didn’t reject it…we just don’t have an answer yet. The seller’s broker’s dad went [...]
Posts under ‘living in the crosshairs’
Making anxiety cool since 1974
I would love to be posting something that even resembles a post about something…but alas, I cannot. Why can I cannot? <– like that sentence structure? Total brain fart, but I’m leaving it. Because (1) it’s almost 3 AM when I’m writing this and (2) we just made an offer on the Barbie dream home! [...]
Moving isn’t for the faint of heart
Friday night, Peter and I dragged our tired, frustrated carcasses back into the apartment he keeps in Alabama. An afternoon of scoping houses had turned futile and we found ourselves in a Mexican standoff. I’d fallen in love with a gorgeous house full of natural light, sprawling open space and a kitchen to die for. [...]
There’s been no bloodshed…YET
Guess what I’m doing right now? I’m NOT jabbing myself in the eye with a white hot, rusty spoon. But OH SO close. Househunting! Househunting with three children. And Pete. Suffice it to say that we aren’t that strong at making decisions. We can turn any situation into an mental gridlock of epic proportion. Peter [...]
Knowing what crazy looks like doesn’t make it any easier to avoid
A cough in the middle of the night. Followed by another. Then a soft moan of discomfort. That’s all it takes. I’m transported to a night over two years ago when I woke up to hear Peyton crying in her sleep. “I hurt, mommy.” Those three words foreshadowed pain and sickness and disease. I didn’t [...]
