I don’t have much stuff piled up in the Drafts folder for Butterscotchsundae.com, but I did have a few things to clean out. Most of them were half-started ideas that wouldn’t ever be finished. I thought I’d let a couple see the light of day anyway.
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Sheltered
Remember what I said the other day?
In my ideal world, we would find a 4 bedroom, 2.5 bathroom house with a garage, a finished basement and a large, fenced backyard. Oh, and a beautiful, functional kitchen. And it would be within walking distance of to the library and grocery store. In the real world, I’d like to find a house with at least 3 bedrooms, 1.5 baths and a yard that (a) doesn’t sit in front of four lanes of traffic and (b) isn’t a ravine.
The house we found isn’t the house from my ideal world, but it does have 3 bedrooms and 2.5 bathrooms. It’s on a very quiet street, and it has a yard. A very, very steep yard that the children will probably spend their days rolling down. But it’s a yard! And a house!
The people who own the house lived there for a very short time before a job transfer took them to another state. They’re so amenable to us making the house “our own” that it sort of worries me. Maybe they’re not actually that nice. Maybe they’re planning to bury us in the crawlspace.
I hope they at least wait until I’ve had a chance to use the super-nice appliances in the kitchen.
A little something that isn't working for me
I’ve tried to share some helpful ideas since hopping on the Works for Me Wednesday bandwagon. This week, though, I can’t think of a single helpful thing. I’ve sort of felt like my brain was broken all week.
I have a pretty good idea of the things that have broken my brain. One is the fact that we’re moving next month. That little ball of stress is entirely of my own making, though, and I know how to fix it. (Get crackin’ on the packing.)
The thing that I can’t figure out how to fix, though, is the level of whining around here. When things aren’t going her way — for example, when I don’t drop what I’m doing to retrieve a balloon that’s floated out of her reach, or when her sock has twisted into a less-than-optimal position on her toes — a certain someone resorts to a whimpery, weepy mode of communication. And it’s driving me up the wall. I’m sure that the general moving-related stress level is contributing to her behavior, and that’ll ease off a bit once we move. In the meantime, though, does anyone have any suggestions?
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