Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner…Except When They Do.
I don’t think I can really stand to write about this.
After seeing about fifteen houses all over areas around eastern Columbus and right outside of the city in surrounding area I gave up. Every house we loved was under contract already, or went under contract that day while we were trying to look at houses.
What the heck? I have never been so frustrated with anything. Ever.
We just cannot afford anything with land up there if we want to have a safe/clean/semi-modern house. And I CANNOT live with renovations or the risk of everything falling apart for the third time in a row.
We outbid someone else on a lovely cookie cutter subdivision house. It has a yard like a postage stamp, and it has a ton of carpet, and it looks just like no less than a thousand other houses all in a row around it.
I think a part of me is dying inside. Tyler says I am being over dramatic, but then again he’s quite happy with the whole scenario. No chickens, no large garden, absolutely utterly no privacy at all. It even has an HOA where strangers tell you what you can and cannot do with the house you own. Perfect. They advertise themselves as a community of neighbors. We’ll see.
I’m relieved the stressful, time consuming, disappointing, frustrating house hunting is all over and behind us.
I’m trying to just suck it up and focus on the good things, like a recently built stable home with a kitchen. There seem to be lots of younger families in the neighborhood, and there’s a nice park just a few houses down the street.
The pictures of the house aren’t that great. We actually only saw this one as a last resort and it turned out to be very comfortable inside and much, much nicer than the pictures suggested. But it needs painting, because it’s not light and bright enough for me. The living room is huge and it’s open to the kitchen. I like that.
I’m trying to convince Tyler that we should get fake hardwood (like laminate or pergo or something easy to install and clean) throughout the downstairs. I think it would look awesome. He thinks so too, but isn’t sure he wants to spend the money at the moment. I think we should do it now, before we get all of the furniture in there. Right now it has carpet and linoleum. Both are in good condition, so it’s not like it’s totally necessary, but I would love to at least avoid spending time scrubbing stains out of carpet when the kids spill something or whatever.
I’m planning on painting all of the walls white, or maybe a nice shade of gray here and there. Definitely white living room walls with dark wide plank style wood flooring. If I can’t have a farm or a unique home then I guess I can focus on making my house look like a magazine inside. I’ve got to have something interesting to focus on.
First world problems, ya’ll.
The house is about 2,000 sq. ft. with 2 and a half baths, four bedrooms, and an unfinished but totally clean/dry/usable basement.
My plan is to set up the expedit shelves along the basement walls for the kids extra toys and misc. storage. I’m also putting the litter boxes down there, though not next to the toys.
The litter boxes are the bane of my existence. No matter how often I clean them, what litter I use, or how often I vacuum I feel like they still smell like cats. Not to mention the fact that my two male cats love to poop outside of the boxes instead of in them. I really hate/love my cats. I wish I could just drop them off an at animal shelter, never miss them, and never think about them again. Unfortunately I also love them dearly which is why I put up with their (literal) shit.
I’m planning on keeping them locked in the basement entirely for quite some time. That way they can adjust to where their shat boxes are located and hopefully I can avoid Gus’s freak out. When he’s upset he pees in random places and hides poop in different spots, which is disgusting. If you have a cat, you know what assholes they can be. He’s also super sweet and loving…ugh. I just do not want him/them destroying my house!! There’s nothing they can destroy in the basement. Mwahaha.
I’m also putting our two old loveseats in the basement, so it should be comfortable for them to hang out down there while they are jailed.
The guinea pigs are going in the attached garage for now. I love them, but we are having stink issues. Stinky, stinky piggies. I’m considering buying Fleece Flippers for their cage. Anyone use those?
We aren’t allowing the dogs to come upstairs to the bedroom area. I’m not sure where to keep Hank’s crate though. (Hank is my coonhound beast.) Right now it’s in our mudroom. This house doesn’t have one of those. It will be too cold in the winter for him to be in the garage. Maybe. I’ll have to think about it. I can’t put his crate in the basement because he barks at the cats and they freak out and won’t walk past his crate. (Which is funny because he’s great with the cats when not crated…I’m not sure what the deal is. I have a theory he is jealous of their freedom.) As a hound beast his crate always smells like dog and it’s gross no matter how often I vacuum and wipe it down. I don’t know why. I’m not having it in the regular living space of the house though. I love my pets, but I don’t do nasty fur coated surfaces and I try to avoid their smells as much as possible…probably unsuccessfully.
I haven’t decided about the giant bunny yet. We can’t take his 10×10 dog kennel run because chain link isn’t allowed in the neighborhood. (Of course.) I’m considering putting the bamboo fencing that comes in rolls at Home Depot around the chain link. It doesn’t look bad, and it’s not expensive. But I have to have it approved by the head of the board of something or other with the stupid HOA. Don’t even get me started…I am truly selling my soul and moving to suburbia. I have only ugly cried over it three times today.
The bunny is too big to stay in just a regular hutch. He’s litter box trained though! He can hop around the basement and just use his box, but the downside is his pee smells awful and I know he prefers to be outside rather than inside. Plus he will chew on things if the toys and stuff are all out down there in the basement. He’s super adorable and friendly, and a really cool pet. I heart him.
This house also has the ability to be baby proofed which is AMAZING. Our current Victorian house just does not work with gates or door knob covers. At this house I am going to gate off the stairs so that Henry cannot escape and wreak constant havoc. (He’s fine navigating stairs, but he’s a destroyer when out of sight.) I’m going to put door knob covers on the pantry. Because this house not only has a kitchen, but also A PANTRY!
The postage stamp sized yard is fenced, and easily accessible from the living room/kitchen area, so I am going to baby proof or pad lock the gate and shove that boy out there to play in the sandbox, with his water table, and on our little swing set. I can’t wait!! He loves to be outside.
Moving and getting things painted and fixed the way I want them will be difficult, but once that is done I think we should be very comfortable there. I’m also looking forward to Tyler’s new working hours. Regular, non-changing day time job hours with a salary. We may actually be able to lead normal lives where he’s home for meals and home on the weekends, and home at bedtime. Where he’s able to help me take the kids to things like t-ball or soccer, and we can go to church on Sunday mornings. He can’t do any of those things right now because of his work schedule.
The sucky thing is that this week is his last week at Toyota. Next week he starts his job in Columbus while I am staying here in this kitchen-less disaster with the kids alone.
Packing with Henry. Alone.
God help me.
I will get through it. It will be over soon enough. And then hopefully I won’t have to move for quite a long, long time to come.
We have to get the house inspected this week. I’m crossing my fingers everything is good. The house was built by top quality builders in 2004, so it should be fine. The last home inspection according to the disclosure was fine. No mold, no leaks, no issues at all other than a couple of missing shingles.
We also have to get a closing date with our lender. It looks like it will probably be the first week of June, but I’m really REALLY hoping for a bit sooner. Igor is coming June 12th. That puts us right in the throes of unpacking and painting and everything else.
I’m sure it will still be fine, but I’d rather have as much time as possible to get the essentials in place and not bring him home to a total disaster of boxes. The good news is after so much moving recently I have become a master at rapid packing and unpacking.
So that’s my big news. I’ve died and gone to suburbia.