Manic Monday

Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream,
I was kissing Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian stream.......

Well, maybe not Valentino (perhaps Clive Owen or of course, my beloved husband) and not an Italian stream as much as a Scottish loch?

The above lyrics from the Bangles' song "Manic Monday" are fitting today, except that I've been up since about 3:30 - major insomnia has hit and I can't get back to my good dreams. My mind is spinning.

The hubby has scheduled us to look at a minimum of four houses today, it will probably be closer to six by the time we're done. I HATE HOUSE HUNTING. It used to be fun to go to open houses and get ideas of what we'd like when we finally build our own place. We'd come home and jot down features that we want and make notes on stuff we don't. That joy is now gone since we are fast approaching a deadline for the new owners to take over this one.

We were going to go ahead and buy a place instead of renting again. But with everything being up in the air with my mom's health and my dad now talking about selling the ranch, we're sorta in limbo. So we decided to rent again for at least the next 6 months to a year.

We made the mistake of finding the PERFECT property on our first foray into serious home shopping. It fit all of our needs for us, the mama, the critters, and the herb babies. The first problem is that the place is next to a railroad track which wouldn't have bothered us so much (but kills the resale value of course); second issue was the idiot (sorry, gentleman) upped his price during our negotiations - we bailed quickly. The place has been on the market for over a year anyway and I'm not so keen on being stuck with a house that we can't sell when we're finally ready to move up North with the whole family.

So, wish us luck today as we venture yet again into the realm of rental houses. Our perfect (for now) place must be out there somewhere....