I have nothing to say, really, but figured you're all tired of looking at dental floss and I'd better get that off the "front page." Not a whole lot going on, we're kind of in a holding pattern as we decide (ugh) whether or not we are staying here in our perfect but terribly overpriced rental, or God-forbid MOVING in five weeks. Believe me, I do not want to move. The last move almost did me in. But it is true, we are paying more or less a mortgage payment here and that's depressing. We have resolved that either we'll find a better rental that is significantly lower in price, thus making the hell of moving worth enduring, or, we'll stay here and just suck it up for six more months. Financially, I am willing for the former although emotionally and physically I am praying for the latter. Well not praying really but you know what I mean.
The first weekend that we figured out that this moving decision was looming and not in the distant future like we'd like to think, we looked on Craigslist to see what there was to see. I found the ideal rental. No really, the IDEAL rental. It was several hundred dollars less than this one, in a great neighborhood, walking distance to three households that we know and love, had a great landlord and the backyard, oh the backyard. An artists' studio connected to the house by a breezeway constructed of vintage windows and doors on hinges that opened! A huge tree. A drive-in gravel parking area, gated. GATED! With small children, being able to drive into your own yard and gate up behind you before letting them loose is no small thing. Two baths, one with a clawfoot tub with windows (E's fetish). BUT. It was a Victorian. With the bedrooms up-stairs (steep ones) and a vintage Wedgewood gas stove. And old sash windows probably crawling with lead paint. And if you've been reading here for a while you'll know we just moved from a Victorian with bedrooms upstairs and a vintage gas stove, and lead paint, because of those very things (among other reasons). Sure, you can make any house work with baby proofing and the like, but it has been really really nice NOT to have to be on guard so much in our own home. The rental really tempted us, we absolutely love appealing outdoor spaces, and so we thought about it hard but had to pass. What a shame but you know, being balanced is a good thing. In the past we'd have fallen in love with that house and yard and despite reservations we'd have moved in anyway. Instead we were honest with ourselves. No more Victorians. They are lovely and if E and I had no children, well then yeah. But we are living for these boys now, and our housing has to reflect that. So the search continues.
In terms of me, I've been really reclusive and probably not too healthy (mentally) -- no cause for alarm, I mention it only to explain why I'm not blogging much. Just totally blah inside. Hurry up sunshine, I need more of you.