So what if we’re 72 hours away from possibly being homeless. And yeah, I’ve gotta bail on the hubby and kiddo to go cover the RNC. All we need is love right?
Well…love and a stiff drink ’cause this working mama is feeling frazzled and fragile.
I’ve been MIA from the blog (sorry guys) for a few weeks while the hubby and I tried to navigate our home sale and frantically searched for a new place. We thought we found and put in an offer on our dream home.
Then we learned that only 1/3 of this three story house has heat, the boiler is a fire hazard, and there’s a roof leak.
To make matters worse the sellers live in Japan (the hubby is on a Navy boat at sea) and communication has been maddeningly slow.
The clock on all of this is ticking because our new buyer takes over our current home on Friday.
Thank God for kind friends who are letting us crash for a week. But either we hammer out a deal with the sellers to fix the problems or we walk away and begin our home search anew.
Add to this the fact that this week’s news flurry over skinny dipping congressman and a senate candidate’s comments about “legitimate rape”. We’re a week away from the RNC and we’re in the thick of I dotting and T crossing press plans-wise.
And did I mention the hubby and are packing and the movers arrive tomorrow to haul our stuff to storage?
Inhale. Exhale. Deep breath.
You know your girl Friday always tries to see the positive side.
At least we are blessed enough to have sold our home at a profit. At least we are blessed enough to have a temporary place to stay. At least we’re in a position to buy a fab new home.
And hey, all this moving has helped us clean out the clutter. Hopefully Zen and peace will soon follow.
Until then, we’ll just handle ourselves with care.