Here I am having connectivity issues again and unable to post. I tried twice this weekend at my in-laws' but both times after writing a long update the dial-up took so long to actually post the thing that the computer timed out and lost what I had written.
So, I'm stuck again using the Henderson County Library. leaning on the good graces of my mom, who is entertaining Owen in the children's section. I'm here instead of at the University library or my local library because there I have no one to watch her while I post. It's become a complicated thing to keep up this blog. I'm wondering if I should even try.
I can't get Internet in our rental house because, well, they don't get cable up there and the phone is to remain in my landlord's name, seeing as how we only have the house for a few months.
Which is another issue. We can't stay there beyond March or April and probably shouldn't stay even that long, as our landlord is really just doing us a favor and only wanted to give us a place to stay until we found a house, something he no doubt thought wouldn't take very long.
Bringing me to the third issue. We can't find a house we can both agree on. Are we too damn picky? Do we need to simply take something that's decent and deal with whatever negatives? So far the negatives with each house we've seen seem too insurmountable to warrant plopping down that much money.
So we're stuck. In this tiny rental house. With all of our stuff in storage.
Then there's the house in Raleigh. Thanks to Paul's brothers and nephews, who spent their Friday (and Saturday) after Thanksgiving helping us, we are completely out of the Raleigh house.
But...of course everything doesn't run smoothly there either.
There was the inspection, which brought up things that were issues when we bought the house (for which the previous owners gave us a piddly amount of cash at closing) plus a few other minor things. The buyer wants us to fix it all. And granted, he has that right. But it's a 25-year-old house for gosh sakes.
He wants us to fix it all AND give him a home warranty. Why doesn't he just buy a new house if he wants it perfect?
Of course, if we were in his place would we do the same? Maybe. But probably not, as Paul & I are terrible negotiators.
The whole thing just plain depresses me, though.
It just seems that everything is in flux. Not to mention how isolating being a stay-at-home mom is alreayd on top of being a SAHM in a new area where you don't have your friends, where the very geography is isolating, where you're not even able to be in your own house with your own things. Where you can't even connect witht he world through the Internet beyond stolen moments every two weeks.
I know I shouldn't whine. We are together. We do have nice things, even if they are in storage. We own a lovely house--albeit an empty one--which hopefully someone else will appreciate.
And we do have the sweetest baby girl around, despite the fact that when she gets bored and fussy she yells at me all day and her new favorite word is "no" and the terrible two's are swiftly upon us.