I’m a masochist.
I must be. Who in their right mind would take on a new job, an IVF, trying to buy a house that will require a total renovation, and selling a house all in the same period?
A glutton for punishment, that’s who.
Trying to look at all of this as an exciting new adventure. This chapter of our lives certainly has a surreal funhouse feel.
A famous conservative was none too pleased with a story I wrote. The whole thing was a bit funny in that for several days I had no idea there was such a fuss.
The house we’re considering buying and fixing up inexplicably has a hot tub in the basement and a vending machine which dispenses grape and orange soda and Miller Lite.
Guess which one is staying if we get the place.
The day I start hormone injections for the IVF is the same day I’m supposed to fly to meet company brass. The first few days of hormone injections I’m usually a weepy, sentimental sap…
This will be fun.
Our real estate agent wants us to go on the market the week after we get a ratified contract with the sellers of the crazy hot tub house. We still have a granite counter to have installed and several other odds and ends to tie up. I see the future and it includes a handyman. Kaching!
My husband has declared us “Insane” for taking all of this on. I agree and told him “Yeah, but it wouldn’t be our lives if there wasn’t a dollop of crazy in it.”
Here’s to wading into the deep end.