Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Moving On

After last night's meltdown on here, I went to bed without dinner. I had cried myself out during the day and collapsed on the bed. Of course, sleep did not find me (until about 3:00am, right when the power came back on and the monitor in the kid's room was beeping me awake).  I tossed and turned most of the night and when the alarm went off at 5:30, I promptly ignored it.

When I got up at 6:15, I felt better. I came to decision that since I couldn't do anything about losing the new house and we will be left where we are, I will make the best of it. As I showered, I started thinking about how we could move our washer and dryer so that the laundry room/pantry could be turned into a bedroom for TRex. Is it feasible to turn our half attic into a laundry room? Would there be room for a pantry as well? Would that be a problem when the attic gets 120 degrees or 20?

As the kids ate their breakfast and I finished up packing their schools bags, I noticed a space we usually have full of stuff. That space could be emptied and a small desk would fit so TRex would have a place to do homework. Yes, we'd have a lot of fears to overcome because TRex won't walk there on his own because there are monsters, but we could make it work.

The kids and I discussed how they would continue to share a room, but that I would get the wall decals they had wanted (R2D2 and Mickey Mouse) for their bedroom upstairs instead of their new rooms. That appeased and they started discussing the possibilities that DQ may actually end up with TRex's kindergarten teacher in a year a half.  And all seemed okay in their world.

By the time I was driving to work, I was better. I talked to the Mad Scientist. He was on the same page, except he hadn't thought about putting the laundry in the attic.  We were moving on.

Then, as MS tried to call our realtor to tell her what had happened, he accidentally dialed the seller's agent. Figuring we had nothing to lose, MS explained the situation.  The seller's agent managed to get through to our agent before MS could. From there, negotiations have taken off again, seeing if this can still go through. And just like that, I'm back on my head again, not knowing what is going on.

Thank you all for your kind comments. They have helped so much.

1 comment:

  1. See, maybe everything is going to fall into place after all.  We can only have faith, right?  {{HUG}}


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