So, what did you do this weekend? Me? I had a little of this:
And maybe more than a little of this:
And I caught up on these:
And I spent a lot of time staring at this:
This is the door of the house next door to ours. It is currently in foreclosure. We live in a newly built neighborhood, and it seems that the previous owner of this purple door bit off a bit more than he could chew. What does that mean for us? Well, basically it means that there is a "smoking deal" (as my husband calls it) sitting with a big "For Sale" sign right next door to us.
Not only would it be a great move for us financially, but it would mean lots more space for our growing family. As you might imagine, space is foremost in my mind these days since I am less than three months away from having a Baby #2.
So for the past few weeks, we've been meeting with our realtor, our mortgage broker, and talking to various others whose opinion we trust to see if this is a deal we should pursue. We've also talked to God about it an awful lot. As of today, Monday morning, we are putting in an offer, with fingers and toes crossed.
Why am I telling you all this? I suppose it's because I am scared. I am a woman, as you probably know, and an emotional one at that. The past few weeks have been so full of emotion, thinking about leaving this house that we love but also thinking about how great it would be for our family to have space to grow into. Planning to put our house on the market and wondering if we can sell it before someone else sneaks in and buys the house next door. Watching real estate agents parade other potential buyers through the new house and balancing my expectations on the head of a pin...is today the day that it will work out, or the day we will lose the opportunity? Having hope but yet not having too much hope, so as not to be disappointed. For an emotional control freak like me, it's a tough position to be in!
We've prayed a lot about it, and we believe that God is in control, but if you have any spare prayers, I wouldn't object to you shooting them our way. I will keep you posted.
Oh, and do you think it's wrong for me to sit in my front yard with an old recliner and grill some meat on my car's engine, you know, just to scare away any potential buyers from snapping up the house before we do?