We need our own place. Bad. Things are fine with the in-laws. We all still love each other but the little things that come with not having our own place are really grating on me and MG. The baby needs her own room to sleep in so MG and I can get some sleep. The older kids need to stop all sharing one communal room so they can get some sleep. I need to be able to make protein shakes in the morning. Stuff like that.
The good news is that there’s a possible light at the end of the tunnel. We were able to find a house this weekend. While going on another long house hunting expedition with the realtor, he took wrong turn and we found ourselves at the end of a cul-de-sac with a house for sale at the end. It was a nice looking house but one that didn’t come up on our search results.
“That’s a cute house,” Marathon Girl said.
“You should call their realtor and see if we can see it right now,” I said half joking.
Our guy pulled out his phone and made a call. Five minutes later we were walking through the home.
The next day we made an offer on it.
Today we should know whether or not it’s accepted.
We’ll see what happens.