The only thing scarier than buying a first home is buying a new one. And selling the old one.
There is a gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous house for sale just a few blocks away. A two story brick beauty, built in 1910. Acres of hardwood floor. A fireplace. Lovingly restored wood detail. Separate bedrooms for the girls. So many windows it seems like the place is made of light. A 6-burner gas stove that made Dancehall fall to her knees as if bowing to an ancient Babylonian God.
The girls wouldn't even have to change schools.
It's also pretty cheap. But the market forces that make it cheap are the same forces that will make our cozy and lovable dump of a place sit helplessly on the market for months. So we are now scrambling to make it more cozy, less dumpy. Madly painting walls, repairing holes, replacing caulk, staining and sealing the porch.
We can afford to pay a couple mortgages for while (as long as we don't, you know, buy anything).
We haven't actually made an offer. Thus, in scenario one, we don't move, but now have a much prettier, less dumpy house to live in.
Scenario two, we move to a perfect house and eat ramen noodles til the first house sells (the upside: I really like ramen noodles).
Scenario three, we suffer a financial collapse, begin hemorrhaging money, and end up living under a bridge.
The lady or the tiger?
An update on last week's rather forlorn post about eldest: she's doing better. She carries a lot more baggage from her chaotic pre-adoption years than does her sister, and will always struggle with it, I'm sure.
She has a great need to control the world around her (don't we all?). I think her's is sort of a bulwark constructed to keep all the early chaos she experienced at bay.
I made up a chart - she loves the calm predictability of charts - with three boxes to check for each morning: I was nice to my sister, I was nice to my parents, I did all my chores. If she gets a check in all three boxes, she gets Wii time in the evening.
Interestingly, I think the reward is not the Wii time as much as it is getting to put those painstakingly drawn checkmarks inside that orderly series of boxes.
The Wii is gravy.