I've been having some 'moments' lately.
Moments when I need to take a great big breath, roll my eyes (inwardly), bite my tongue and Let. It. Go.
And it doesn't even involve the kids.
It involves house buying....or more to the point, NOT house buying despite being offered the more than perfect opportunity house wise, price wise and location wise.
And it involves my nearest and dearest.
We have a five year old who needs to be enrolled in school for next next year, so to my mind, getting this house thing sorted out needs to become our priority. We will be changing suburbs, so enrolling him in school round here does not make much sense.
But, apparently, everything in life needs to be in PERFECT ORDER before you can buy a house.
If everything is not in PERFECT ORDER, the house cannot be bought despite being practically handed to you on a plate.
(Keep in mind the market is HOT, supply is very limited, prices are higher every time I turn around and we have been house hunting for over 18 months.)
I can either create World War 3 in our house and potentially in our marriage
I can Let. It. GO.
Let It Go.
See? There it goes.
Instead I will get a quote to fence the front so the kids can go outside by themselves.
(Something we never did because of the supposedly short term nature of our stay here.)
I will build some raised garden beds so I can grow some veggies.
(Never done, same reason as above.)
I will plant another lemon tree alongside the shared driveway and take drastic action on my current lemon tree which looks very forlorn. I've been itching to plant more fruit trees at our 'new place' but will make space here instead.
I will free-cycle some things I was planning on selling because I would like more space....now.
And I will enroll my five year old in the local school.
Deep breath. Deep breath.