The Waiting Game and Spontaneous Combustion
We found two homes through the same realtor that we love. Really love. Like – “they would be nice even in Colorado” love.
And we’re supposed to hear back tomorrow on them because they had other applicants. I’d love to post pics but I didn’t get any while we were there (Bella had small meltdowns, took to rubbing her paci in the dirt, and freaked out about going in a strange home). I can’t pull them offline because we don’t get service on the laptop in our hotel room, and only occasionally on our cells which is where I blog from.
But the one we love is cute and clean and in a sweet neighborhood – I’m praying so hard we get it. So hard.
Because if I have to spend one more night in this hotel with the scalding hot/freezing cold SURPRISE! shower, the hairdryer that blew flames out the first (and only) time I used it, the bed sheets made out of same material as the curtains, the door that sticks and must be opened by barreling full speed into it, the cat litter box 3 feet from our bed that they decide to all take a dump in at once at 2am (every.single.night), the pack n play that Bella refuses to nap in and wails “Up, moe (more), caca (cracker)” while signing furiously in hopes of being taken out, the screaming kids that run up and down the sidewalk at night, the church groups that banged on a drum and yelled prayers at the sky for an hour (where was the lightning then God, huh?), that it’s been 102+ every day since we got here, the puke stain on my side of the floor from Bella, the fact that I got food poisoning yesterday and then so did Sam and Bella was a mess because neither of us could bear to get out of bed for more than a few minutes, that we got a double bed (really?) instead of the queen, and that our TV gets 8 blurry channels and 2 of them are in Spanish – one more night here…
And I may indeed spontaneously combust.
That would be a shame because I’d really like to be here when we get a house. In one piece and burn free as well.
And while I understand I need to be thankful (and I am), right now I need to write this to find the humorous side of the mess we’re living in.
P.S. I lied: I have a pic!! Thank you iPhone for phone shots.