So it’s been a while i’ll admit since we last chatted. But who’s to say. So as of Sunday we have sold our house,(Thank you Lord, you’re amazing) and now the fun drama begins. Who in the worldwould have thought that selling our own home could possibly intale so much blah crappy crap crap. I think my favorite thing about this whole process is the one sheet of paper I will be able to sign at the very end of closing for the paper reduction act. And no I’m not kidding you, you do have to sign a paper to say lets not sign so many papers. Yeah but that’s just the little tidbits of glee and giggles I’ll hold on to so when I look back I can say nahh, it’s not that bad. But then again those little tidbits of memories are probably the reason I thought, ” Hey this won’t be so bad.” Which I shouldn’t complain, but goodness can a girl get a margarita and a cute Tiki hut guy over here already. (Image of my hubby pops in to head) (hummm need to focus) which brings me to the story of the day,….
The Inspector and Me
So today as I met my inspector to talk about our possible new home. Along in tow came two of my kiddos plus a sweet little boy I watch. Soon came my mother, and my sister and our realtor and my sister’s kiddo. And let me tell you trying to have a serious conversation with someone about your new home while chasing a one year old , a three year old and a four year old really doesn’t work so well. But I thought why not,.. I’m superwoman! Our poor home inspector didn’t miss a beat and just continued talking, which every busy mom would profusely appreciate. However my sister later told me every-time I turned around the poor man didn’t seem to know what to do with himself as I would take off in another direction. But all in all it’s all good. Soon I’ll be dancing naked in my new living room jamming out to bad 80’s. But hey those are the memories that make you say, “Hey movings not so bad!”