Today was the first time, in almost three days, that Ella and I managed to complete the task of getting out of pajamas and into acceptable day-time clothing. Tom was pretty miserable with a cold last week, and on Friday, Ella and I found ourselves infested with the same bug. We spent the entire day on the couch. I faded in and out, while she watched 800 episodes of Blues Clues, tissues in both hands, ready to catch the ever-persistent-nose-drip.
Tom had to work, and was involved with house stuff (more on that later) for several hours, so even though he was very helpful when he was around, Ella had to settle for me, as her caretaker, for most of the day. She was not thrilled about this. When Tom did have a few minutes, she clung to him, burying her head in his neck for comfort. When her only option was Mommy, she occasionally let her guard down, while we were sitting on the couch, to lean against me. Of course, when I reached out to brush her hair away from her face, or rub her back – the screeching would start. But an occasional lean – that was okay.
In other news, the “house stuff” Tom was involved with had to do with our potential new home. An inspection, to be more specific. Just one more step completed on the road to finally settling in. Things went well, so unless something unforeseen comes up, we should be good to go, closing the third week of November.
I’ve been reluctant to talk about the house too much – mostly because I didn’t want to get excited, and then have everything fall apart, once again. This is the third house we’ve put an offer on. The third house to have that offer accepted. But it’s the first house to not have some huge problem surface that wipes out the deal, and leaves me crying into my pillow because I can’t shop at Costco – where would I put 50 toilet paper rolls? I only have storage for 2! And then they start again, when I have to schlep shopping bags up 3 flights of stairs (which are interrupted by trying to balance all of those bags and still unlock the outside door) behind the Slowest Toddler In The World. And then, yet again, when I have to schlep said toddler, and a dog, back down those 3 flights of stairs, and over to a patch of grass just so said dog can pee for 4 seconds before going right back up. So yeah, I’ll be very happy if this sale goes through.
And for all those wondering who won in the Style vs. Deal fight – it was a….wait for it…COMPRIMISE! Who knew we could both stop being stubborn enough that we could meet in the middle. This home is not perfect, and each of us are giving up something we wanted. But in return we are hoping that this will be a good fit for our family. And one of the best attributes happens to be the location, which is about a mile away from where we live now. And you know what that means? It’s still within my 10 minutes-or-less comfort zone on how far I want to be from a Target at all times.