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March 1, 2004
When we last spoke, I was lamenting the boring minutiae involved in selling a house. Who cares about the bleached Maytag logo on your stove? Do you really need to be able to eat off the coils behind your fridge? But it’s funny how your perspective can change so fast.
We had the house listed and the sign went up on the Friday. Sunday night, I’m busily cutting Sam’s hair while DH washes dishes – routine Sunday night stuff. The phone rings and someone was looking at our neighbor’s house and saw our For Sale By Owner (FSBO – for those in the know!) and asked if they could see our place. So I freaked – yeah – hair on the floor and the smell of BBQ peppers – that oughta sell the place. Since it was our first showing I really wanted the house to look nice. But what can you do. DH said to give us 15 minutes. In that 15-minute period we transformed the house into a show home (albeit one that smelled like bell peppers). DH, Sam and the dogs were in the car just as the doorbell rang.
I could tell right away that the people liked the place. But I thought it was my first showing naiveté. Uh uh. In 15 minutes I had an offer of full asking price with a closing date of April 1st. And they remarked that it was the cleanest house that had seen in three weeks of looking. When DH came home he asked how the showing went. I casually asked if he minded if I sold the house for full list. He thought I was joking. In fact, he pretty much didn’t believe me until we had the offer in writing.
I’m not quite doing back flips, as it is a conditional offer. They had to arrange the mortgage and sell their house by the 19th of March. The mortgage condition got removed within days – still waiting on the house sale. PULEESE let this happen. So I am on pins and needles until that time.
Then we will have to address the whole issue of where we will live for the next four months. My builder has a few short-term rentals – but I won’t know if it’s available until we get a firm sale on our house and can give him a date. It’s a little difficult because a) we won’t be signing a lease and b) we have two dogs. Our dogs are non-shedding little beasts, but all the same – people get paranoid that you will bring a drooling mastiff into their house.
But potentially – the last week in March could be a busy time for us. We have Sam’s birthday, we could be moving at the end of the month plus, the latest is that Sam is having tubes put in at the end of the month.
He had his apt. with the ENT last week and they were concerned that he has had two infections every month since October. Apparently his eardrums are thickened and there is fluid trapped behind them. There was a cancellation so I was able to get him scheduled for March. I am literally a nervous wreck about this. Not the tubes so much – I know he needs them. I HATE the idea of the general anesthetic. So I have a month to fret about that.
The doctor also said that he had to have putty or cotton in his ears for every bath or in the pool. I thought all of the recent research suggested that water molecules couldn’t get into the tubes. To all the people who responded to me about tubes earlier – do you have to plug your kids’ ears every time they come near water?
Speaking of water, Sam is such a water baby. Baths and showers are the best time of the day, as far as he’s concerned. Bubble baths are an absolute must. Yesterday we took him to the local rec center and I think he would have stayed there forever. He goes swimming at daycare (it’s one-on-one with a certified swim instructor) and I can tell how comfortable he is in the lifejacket. He now flops on his back and floats in the jacket with his head in the neck support. But the ultimate, the ultimate is the slide. And this is no simple pool slide. It’s an eight-story climb to a twisty turny tube-fest with a plunge at the end. He insisted on climbing the stairs himself (yes the whole eight stories) and as soon as we’d near the end of the slide he’d yell out “more slide again!” He would do this a zillion times if I didn’t get tired of climbing the stairs.
Sam has been speaking in full sentences really well lately. This is new – he was only saying sentences interspersed with single words. Now everything he says is in a string of at least three words. His most impressive to-date are, “ daddy put the orange juice in the garbage,” and “mommy put Sammy on a ride and it’s scary.” I know, I know, he has his tenses all mixed up. I didn’t even know he knew the word scary. By the way – the scary ride was one of those coin-operated things at the mall. He went around three times before looking at me in a panic exclaiming, “all done, no more.” The funny thing is – both of these long sentences were told to the opposite parent. Please tell me he’s not tattling already?
Sam went to a 2nd birthday for a friend of his on Saturday. Let me tell you – a party of a dozen kids between 1-3 was interesting. Except for Sam and the birthday boy – there were temper tantrums left, right and center. One kid had a freak out that lasted the entire party. All the guests were SAHMs except for me and I don’t think many of the kids play in groups in the winter months. It was like they were completely unaccustomed to sharing or playing together. But I got myself in a pickle. I was planning on just having two of Sam’s friends for his birthday. I had read somewhere that it was best to invite the number of kids that equals the child’s age. Why I don’t know, but I latched onto that. Well, I am friends with all of the women at the party, although I hardly see them anymore as a group since I went back to work. One piped up at the end of the party – “the next party will be Sam’s – when is it?” I looked up to 10 inquiring faces. If I had been on the ball I would have said I wasn’t really having a party. But since I am not known for my quick responses, I blurted out the date. So I guess I need to change plans for his party unless someone has some brilliant idea how to get myself out of this delicately? I don’t necessarily mind a big group, it’s just that he has his surgery the next week and we might be moving the following week AND my parents and DHs mom are coming for a visit for the party.
I know I’m doing a Blue’s Clues theme. My kid is obsessed with Blues Clues! Up until recently the only thing that held his attention was Baby Einstein. Now he recites Blues Clues lingo all day. I woke up on Saturday to him singing, “Blue skidoo, we can too,” over and over and over. If he sees any animal paw print he yells, “a clue, a clue a paw print.” So I will pander to this blatant commercialism with a Blues Clues party. At least I know he’ll love it!
Let’s see, what else. Oh yeah – weight loss. Really, this could not be going any slower. I have lost 3 lbs in three weeks. Now, normally a pound a week would thrill me – but I wanted to get that little jolt before that happened. It’s a stupid psychological thing. So last week the instructor at WW looked at my chart and said I wasn’t eating enough. So I added two points to every day. Well, I SWEAR I have gained weight. I feel fat as can be. I have my weigh-in tomorrow. I know, I need to exercise. Why I can’t get the motivation to do this, I’ll never knoew. I have discovered that I eat really well. Now I need to move. I wonder what excuse I’ll think of next to avoid the gym.
Well, we’ll close this week with another TTC update. I am 6 DPO today. I didn’t ovulate until CD16. I took my herbs, we TTCd at the right time and I have been healthy so far this month. So we’ll see I guess. I got back all of my initial blood work and my hormone levels are all normal. I go for a progesterone test tomorrow. Other than that –I’ll just have to wait! Did I mention I am not a very patient person?
Until next time,
Jenn
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