Well, we heard back from the seller of the house we have under contract here and she is not willing to lease the house to us until we close on our home in Atlanta. Which means that, barring an out-of-left-field offer on our house by close of business tomorrow, that deal is dead. That leaves us with two options:
- Get into a rental property ASAP.
- Stay at my parents’ house.
The rental option requires us (obviously) to pay to move our stuff twice, to unpack, repack, and unpack again. And of course throw money away on rent every month. Plus, we want a short term lease so we can buy a house in the spring and we need a landlord who will permit two dogs.
Staying at my parents is problematic too, though. There’s no place for me to be able to lock Will in and keep him from running all over the house, and the house is filled with nice furniture and other things he enjoys ruining. All of our baby stuff is in our storage unit, which doesn’t sound like a big deal, but the unit is packed, floor to ceiling. There’s really no way to find or retrieve anything without emptying the whole thing. And while one certainly does not need ALL THE BABY STUFF, I do need a carseat. And the co-sleeper, and swing, and a few clothes and swaddle blankets. The yard here is not fenced, which means the dogs have to be taken out on a leash. It’s a pain but manageable right now since Will has become a pretty good sleeper and is predictable about his nap time. But when I’m home all day alone with a new baby and a toddler, it feels overwhelming to have to walk the dogs as well.
So, as you can see, I’m super breezy about the whole thing and not at all stressed. In all seriousness, I’m not sure if I am going to curl up in a ball on the floor and cry or just start breaking things. If you would, a prayer that we get the best situation for our family worked out would be much appreciate.