I found myself caulking windows this week because of a few rather large spiders crawling around in the living room as well as the soon to be baby's room. I FREAKED! This is not the first Arachnid experience in this house, in fact it is quite common, but now that Sayer is about to be born, I cant help but think of the fear he may have if one were to crawl on him in the night. Scary right?. I relate it to the experience the Actor Jeff Daniels had as his character in the movie Arachnophobia. Now I know that movie it very unrealistic, and highly unlikely, but there are some real fears that were not discussed in that movie that I think about on a daily basis.
Is this home the right home? Do we stay here? Rent? Buy? move to the Burbs, move to the country? Does he go to public school or private? Since he cannot choose these things right away the brunt of the questions are absorbed by the expectant parents. What do we do? Not a clue yet, and at this point it is time to Nest.
Men can nest too you know! I don't know this from reading books, I actually cringe when I am cleaning the house and I see too much dust on the blinds. I think, "ew Sayer can't breathe that" or "if we live in a new house that we owned, there would be no dust". Although the first is more true than the latter, I focus more on the latter. It is much more fun to think of the place that my son will grow up in that is "ours" instead of "theirs" In the weeks prior to all of these thoughts as well as deep cleaning, I have been learning a lot about the in's and outs of real estate. And I actually find it fun and fascinating.
This new real estate knowledge rules my thoughts, and I now dream of that first home, spider free of course. But how to get there? Undetermined.; Short Sale? Foreclosure? Patiently wait for a higher price home? We will see.
In the meantime, there is still a baby boy on the way that doesn't care where his parents choose to live. All he needs now are loving parents to protect, to love, to teach and tackle the spiders, deep clean, dust, sweep and mop, or any other nesting step that need to be done to ensure that my son is smiling and not like Jeff Daniels in that stupid stupid Movie.

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