Really. The psychiatric kind of help.
So.. now I'm still convinced that this is the month something big is going to happen and we're going to have a place to live or something really big will happen and we won't care about where we live. Last I checked we have 10 days or so left to the month.
But that's not stopping Larry's drive to find a place to live/buy/rent-tho-he-really-wants-to-buy.
So we saw 2 more houses. One with a yard needed quite a bit of work. Or rather, could use quite a bit of work. All it NEEDED was carpet and a fence around the pool (and I think I've made it clear how unwelcome a pool is in my life..) But it has a really really screwy floor plan from one random addition after another that taking out and moving a few walls would nicely fix..
House B had zero yard. Or.. about the same amount of yard you'd find in a town house situation.
In a more established neighborhood and needed substantially less work.
Now.. we have little to no chance of getting the needs-alot-of-work house.
We have been told we might have a chance at the Zero yard house
And...
Larry's having "buyer's remorse" about a house we don't even own or have bought. He thinks he's rather have a different house- the more work house, several of the other houses we didn't get that we bid on..
Seriously. Send the professional psychiatry help now, because if I'm not crazy already, I can promise you THIS will make me crazy.
I don't know what he's decided. The contract is sitting on the table unsigned after getting approved for yet another mortgage to be even able to bid on it.
*sigh*
I think I know where the kids get their uncanny ability to make me go crazy. It seems to be genetic.
But in other news...
Using a fulfillment center looks like it will be a bit too costly so we're looking to hire an employee. So if you know a reliable person in the Oceanside area who can work in chaos for a job with no benefits and pay somewhere just above minimum wage but who has a passion for shipping cloth diapers and needs a job- send them our way.
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