I think I have that psychological disorder that prevents me from letting myself succeed. What's it called? Stupidity? Yeah, that then.
As I've mentioned, we're on the hunt for a house.
This is where you say, "In this market, you should have a spectacularly amazingly thrillingly easy time with it. People will be BEGGING you to take their house."
And then this is where I say to myself, "Easy market for buyers? Nice. I guess I'll just sit here writing blogs and watching House, M.D. marathons (oh the irony of names...) instead of actively looking. Easy = I Don't Have To Do Anything, right?"
I deserve a prize for being this much of an idiot.
We are about a month into Seriously Looking, which is already three months behind when we should have been Seriously Looking, and I think I might have looked at the MLS online five, maybe six times, and we've driven around twice. And then I was like, "Never mind, this isn't easy. Let's just move to England or something." Except you all know I don't mean that, because as soon as I said it, I was like, "Can we have Taco Bell for lunch? I wonder if I have any new e-mail?"
My sister-in-law reminded me yesterday that kindergarten registration is coming up next week, and here's the really sad part: I kind of think it will all just work itself out. Someday I will be in the middle of updating my Facebook status, and I'll get a message that says the guy who lives across the street from Johnson Elementary just kicked the bucket and wanted me to have his home. Of course, we'd have to pay for it, but luckily enough, it's only $125,000. Oh yeah, and he just put in new bamboo floors that happened to be installed the day after he died, and he totally didn't die in his house, so nothing spooky there. Then the news will come on and they'll announce that Barack's first order of business was to eliminate kindergarten registration. Now you can just show up on the first day of school, and everything will be fine. They even give you a new backpack at the door.
Man, that would be so awesome.
Okay, but that's not going to happen. I need to do something to get a house I love. And when I gets hard, I have to push through that. And I should probably have backup plans in place, like maybe registering Lennon for school here, just so she's registered SOMEWHERE.
Then, and you knew it was coming, this is the part where I make a whiny noise and say, "Aw, never mind. I'm tired of it already. I'm just going to move to New York City. What's for breakfast?"