Here is a warning in advance: This post is going to be about our continuing house hunt. If you are thoroughly disgusted with our obvious lack of skills and/or luck in finding a place to live that doesn't involve the kind charity of my in-laws, then stop reading now. It's only going to get worse.
Well, perhaps we have had a bit of luck come our way. We went house hunting once again with our Realtor last night and actually found two houses that are completely tolerable inside with no rat droppings to be seen, have finished basements that never used to be meth labs, and are in neighborhoods where you can wear red or blue at your discretion without fear!
The problem?
Just the overflowing fount of unanswered questions that we probably should have thought of a month ago. For example, childcare...you know, for those children we don't even have. Paying another human being to tolerate your smelly, whining brats for eight to ten hours a day...sounds expensive. And what about when we have the good fortune to send said smelly, whining brats to blessedly "free" public school, but they get sick or fall off the monkey bars or get run over by a big, yellow bus? Would we be able to leave work at a moment's notice to rescue the little darlings? And would living "closer" to work actually save us any time or fuel? After fighting the urban traffic and wasting precious gasoline at stoplight after stoplight, would we actually save anything at all? We've been carpooling with a friend of Husband's for the past few weeks, and that seems to be working out well, assuming said friend plans to continue his employment at Big, Fancy University.
My head hurts.
At this rate, I'm voting for a cardboard refrigerator box underneath a bridge and a speedy vasectomy for Husband.
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