Soapbox Rant

I have an undeniable pull towards my soapbox.  I pouted for a solid two days this week.  I'm pretty sure it was justified: I learned a few hours after viewing my second dream home that it turned out to be under contract, the owners of our initial dream home have been exceedingly difficult to communicate with, and our second house showing, which was scheduled with only an hour lead time, was cancelled halfway through the designated appointment.  There should be a law against people wasting your time.

On a slightly more positive note, our first showing of the house went well last Tuesday.  The appointment was made with nearly 24 hours lead time, which enabled Nick to mow and me to sterilize our house yet again.  My "go-time" plan would have worked seamlessly had Hannah spent more time sleeping and less time crying so that I could have focused completely on cleaning up after my little shadow.  Sweaty and red, I pulled out of the driveway with my two children, two dogs and all of the homeless clutter within my house, just four minutes shy of the appointment time.  We headed straight for Sonic for milkshakes because I promised Emmy (and myself) a treat for good behavior.  After going for a drive in all of our favorite neighborhoods, we returned home to find an unfamiliar car still in the driveway.   Half an hour later, we were back home and unloaded from the car.  I felt sure that the prolonged showing was a good sign!  The next day, we learned that the buyers liked our home so much that it ended up on their short list.  However, they decided to place an offer on a home with more mature trees in the backyard.  Not much I can do about that, but know that there is hope!

Things that make me smile:

Emmy's first heart drawing!  I don't think she set out to draw a heart, but it sure is beautiful!

Hannah and Dada getting their snuggles on.

Strawberry picking! Funny story: I was only half listening when Emmy declared that she wanted to count her strawberries.  She grabbed my full attention as soon as I heard her say: "Uno, dos, tres, wampo, cinqo, says, siete, ocho."  I was shocked and amazed!  I have a new-found respect for Dora for teaching my baby to count to 8 in spanish, considering neither Nick or I have ever practiced with her.  It's both exciting and scary just how much of a sponge she is.

That's the view from the deck of the dream home that I loved and lost.  Dagger through my heart!!!!!!