Friday, May 29, 2015

I can't handle rejection

**Warning:  I need to vent.  This will be a downer post.

Why didn't anyone warn me?  This house selling business sucks.  It should be fun and exciting, right?  A new chapter in our lives.  A new adventure for our little family.  So why does it feel like I have spent the last three weeks getting beat up?  We've had several people come see our house, two offers that didn't work out and one lady (me, just to clarify) who is super duper sick of deep cleaning constantly (and dang it, this sucker is clean).  It totally stinks that you have to have your house as perfect as possible just so people can come see it and then turn around and tell you they don't want it because of this or that.  It's a great little house.  It has been pretty dang good to us the last 10 years.

Deep breaths and faith. Everything will work out.  The right people just haven't realized it belongs to them yet.  And hey, if it doesn't sale we will just have 2 houses we can't pay for and kill ourselves financially for the rest of our lives. No biggie.

Also, all of you grammar people out there,  I have no idea when to use sale vs. sell.  To me they are interchangeable.  So if that bothers you as much as their/they're/there or it's/its does me, I give you my deepest apology.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Another one bites the dust

You know, I'm really trying hard as a mom (most days).  But my hopes and dreams that my kids are listening to all the good I am teaching them gets squashed pretty much daily. 
We all know how fun bedtime routine is with kids. Mine do anything they can to stall the process. Last night they decided to take a little trip down memory lane.  This was the conversation I overheard. 

Dilon:  Hey grif, remember last year when we were walking home from school and that kid biffed it?
Grif: yeah
(excessive laughter between the two)
Me: What? What are you laughing at?  What did he do?
Dilon:  The kid fell hard and grif walked past him and said "dun dun dun another one bites the dust"

NO!  This is not what I teach my children.  We are supposed to help others not sing Queen songs at their misfortune.  I need a rewind button to go back and reevaluate my parenting skills.

Friday, May 22, 2015

I hate roller coasters

Maybe hate is too strong of a word but I really really really dislike roller coasters.  I went on them as a kid and kind of liked them.  I think I was mostly trying to prove that I wasn't the wimp of the group.  Now days the thought of getting on one makes me sick.  Blah.  No thanks.  
We're riding a different kind of  roller coaster trying to sale this house of ours. I'm not much of a fan of this either.  Got an offer the other day that we liked and accepted just to have them say never mind.  Sweet, that was fun.  Get my hopes up and then just crush them into the ground.  
It's okay, I know it has only been a couple of weeks.  Things will work out the way they should. Plus, this is making me work on my patience.  Heaven knows I am lacking in that department.  
Maybe someone should just knock me out for the next few months and let me know how everything works out.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

He is a champion

This kid made it to the Breakfast of Champions this year.  We got a letter in the mail from his teacher the other day with the invite and she basically said what we already know....he is awesome.  
Good job Dilon!

On a completely unrelated topic we got an offer on our house today.  Life is good and we are blessed.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Happy super late birthday Grif

What is wrong with me?  Don't actually answer that.  I don't really want to know but I do know that I've lost my mind.  I have hit that stage in life where I walk into a room and forget why I'm there.  I can't remember the names of my kids.  I've just started calling them all dude all the time and whoever comes running or asks what? is the one I pick on. They are starting to catch on and nobody answers me anymore. 
 A couple of months ago I showered with my socks on.  That's how bad it has gotten. 
The stress of trying to sale our house has not helped the situation and because of that I forgot my Birthday post for Grifin.  So here it is....two weeks late. (I'm sorry Grif.  I love you! Please don't hate me)  
The big 1-0

Here is my meager attempt at decorating for him.  A birthday banner across his doorway and 2 balloons.  Go me! I'm sure he's standing there thinking what the heck is this supposed to be.  My mom is losing it. Seriously stop judging me.  I am not the Pinterest decorating mom with the fancy decor and over-the-top parties.  I can't do everything, people.
We went to Texas Roadhouse and about had to leave.  It was family night and the creepy giant armadillo was roaming around greeting kids.  As soon as Baylor saw him he had a meltdown.  Started screaming (thank heavens Texas Roadhouse is obnoxiously loud) and tried to make a beeline for the door.  Luckily Nate, being the awesome dad he is, picked him up and made him sit.  Later made him go meet creepy armadillo and Baylor punched it in the face.  I do believe the workers encouraged it but you never can be too sure around here. 
Back to the Birthday Boy. Happy Happy Birthday Gus Gus.  You make things interesting around here and I love it.  What would we do without you?  Keep being stubborn and strong-willed it makes you who you are.  Love you, kid.

Friday, May 1, 2015

Big changes are coming, I think

It's been ten years since Nate and I moved into our little home.  We have known for all ten of those years it would never be our final destination as a family.  The last five or so we have been dipping our toes in the water trying to decide if we should jump in or not. The time has come.  But I'm still standing at the edge of the pool having a bit of a breakdown. (I think it may have something to do with my previous post about me hating water, even though this has absolutely nothing to do with water).
To actually spit the words out "our house is for sale" sends me into a panic almost every time.  We know it's the right decision, my knees are killing me I have been praying so much about it.  Still, I am a worrier.  My mind always goes to the what ifs: what if our house won't sale, what if I don't end up liking the house we build, what if something happens and one of us can't work, what if we don't have anywhere to live when it does sale, (and most importantly )what if we never get to go to Disneyland again......

Then I always worry about what people will say/think: How can the Wright's afford to build a new house? why would they spend the money to build something that's only a little bigger than what they were in? why isn't Nate taking his family to Disneyland instead?  This brain of mine never stops spinning and some days I really, really need it to stop. I know this has nothing to do with anyone else.  This is for me and Nate to worry about.  And worrying I do.  He about walked out the door the other day when I asked him where I would put the ironing board.  If he's still by my side after this whole process then the rest of our marriage should be smooth sailing.

Anyway, our house is officially for sale and I have never been so stressed about something in my life. Okay, yes I have but this is on the list of top 5. Top 10 for sure.  
Don't get me wrong here, I am super excited to open a new chapter and build a new home.  It's just a scary change for me.  More of a house payment, meaning I will have to go back to work sooner than anticipated.  More house to clean.  More room for my children to destroy things, or each other. I make it sound like we are building a castle which we are definitely not.  Just something a little bigger with a garage.  Oh how Nate has needed a garage for so many years now.  Too many times he's had to work on vehicles in the heat or cold.  He says it's an investment.  I say it still sucks being an adult and I need someone else to make hard decisions for me. 
So if you know anyone looking to buy a house you should send them our way!