The contract has been signed. The inspection completed and the list of requests approved. I can’t believe that we might one day (soon!) live in this house. Cook in this kitchen. . . See the double ovens? One will have a dedicated spot for my baking stone . . . Bathe my babies in this bathtub. . . And mama too . . . I love how deep it is! Dine al fresco . . . I’m going to need some chairs . . . And garden to my heart’s content. Look! They even have a sandbox all ready for my boys! I’m still holding my breath, waiting for something terrible to happen to squash our dream of owning our first home. Is that weird? Is this a normal feeling [... To read more, click here ...]
Mar 242010
Mar 162010
We were out recently at a cocktail party. A much-anticipated evening out with my husband. Little black dress, check. Cute shoes, check. Looking forward to an evening of anonymous adult conversation. And then the subject of what we “do” came up. I’m never quite sure how to answer this question. Or what the response will be. This time, the response was unfortunately familiar. “I would go crazy if I stayed home with my kids all day,” the woman said. “I don’t know how you do it.” I smiled thinly back, not wanting to have to defend our family’s decision again. I took a stabilizing sip of wine. “No, I mean cra-ha-hay-ha-zy,” she said tipsily, emphasizing the absolute level of crazy by slowly turning her pointer finger in circles around her [... To read more, click here ...]
Mar 162010
We were out recently at a cocktail party. A much-anticipated evening out with my husband. Little black dress, check. Cute shoes, check. Looking forward to an evening of anonymous adult conversation. And then the subject of what we “do” came up. I’m never quite sure how to answer this question. Or what the response will be. This time, the response was unfortunately familiar. “I would go crazy if I stayed home with my kids all day,” the woman said. “I don’t know how you do it!” I smiled thinly back, not wanting to have to defend our family’s decision again. I took a stabilizing sip of wine. “No, I mean cra-ha-hay-ha-zy,” she said tipsily, emphasizing the absolute level of crazy by slowly turning her pointer finger in circles around her [... To read more, click here ...]
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