I can't believe that January is almost over. I have so many things to do that I can't even make the time to make a list. And still I'm taking the time to blog? Damn straight.
We have made the tentative decision to move this summer. The number of things that means we need to accomplish at our present home because of this is staggering!
But the pros are getting more and more pro. My commute time will be so F-ing, amazingly, terrifically, wonderfully short! I imagine myself soaking in a tub every time I think about it. That's how good it will feel.
It takes me about 1/2 hour to get to work now. My commute in Atlanta was far far worse but somehow driving alone for an hour is nothing like driving with two toddlers for half that time.
"mommy he's not sharing"
"I have to go potty and no I can't wait until we get to school."
Don't get me wrong. I love spending that time with my kids but it occurs to me that I could be spending it with them OUT OF THE F-ING CAR if we lived closer.
I could get home in time to actually cook a Family Dinner - what is that?
I would be close enough to do the shuttle to and from school when they start attending kindergarten. I could eat breakfast.
So the cons are mostly monetary. But we love our current area. The new place we are considering is much pricier than where we are now. We will actually more than double our current mortgage. And the housing market is in the pooper. Which would be good for us if we were not also trying to sell a home...
So we'll see.
But it sure would be nice to have a house that fit our HUGE furniture. And a garage. And a second bath...
oh I hope this works out...
In other news. The little girl's birthday was a SMASH. She squealed like a pig in slop all day long and the fairly (okay, very) pricey price tag of the event was worth every penny for her happiness.
I guess. ;)
Trying to make her understand that while she is 4 for a whole year, that whole year is not one continuous birthday has been a challenge.
She is nothing if not persuasive when she is trying to wrangle for something.
The boy is still not saying much but we don't hold that against him. We'll give him a little while more before his mom freaks out completely.
And Nona is coming to visit in February while my husband is gone for 15 days. Yes, 15 days. As in half a month. This time also includes Valentines Day which I mention purely for the guilt factor, because it worked on him.
What am I going to do without my best friend for 15 days?