Sorry about your weekend Connie.

connie, that does suck, I'm sorry. blah on all the hospital stuff you keep having to go through!

Gud's kids are Teh Cute.

I am taking a Mental Health day today, I slept till almost 10 (it amazes me when I can do that) and am compiling a list of stuff I should do. One thing is, obtain mental health from a professional. So, I'm working on that today, because it's a tough thing to do in an open and small office.

what happened to our names?

hm, I just got a call from the insurance company that is holding out rental insurance policy, and they are coming by to do an inspection. Has anyone ever had an inspection for a renter's insurance policy?

That's odd. My rental insurance folks just handed me a bill and said, "Here's a contents form to fill out."

Has anyone ever had an inspection for a renter's insurance policy?

Pro'lly they wanna make sure you're not all a bunch of smokers who run a fireworks factory in your apartment.

I just feel funny that I'm all alone, he just called, and made an appointment for this afternoon. I mean, it sounds legit, but blah. THis means I have to get dressed today, which was NOT on my to-do list.

Nora, have you called your insurance company to make sure this is on the up and up?

That would be a little disconcerting to me too, Nora. Plus, getting dressed! Blech.

{{{Cashmere & Christopher}}}

Gud, your kids are adorable.

Yesterday I had a mini-panic about money/housing issues, complete with self-flagellation about everything I would've done differently in the past 5 years or so if I'd known what I know now--e.g. bought a house like the one we rent now early in our marriage, because that way we'd be in a better position to trade up to something with 3-4 bedrooms, etc. But at the time I wasn't happy in Seattle, and I was in major sticker shock over housing prices, which made me think they had to go down soon or at least stay fairly stable. Which they haven't, and now we can't afford this house, much less one of the size we need, unless we move further out than we want to. Enter self-flagellation about how such a supposedly intelligent and financially well-educated person could allow herself to be so ignorant about something as important as the housing market.

Except, of course, that it never was important to me until recently. And it would've been stupid to buy a house here when I was still kinda hating Seattle and trying my best to talk DH into moving. I just wish I could see a way clear out of our current bind that didn't involve painful sacrifices, so I'm in woulda coulda shoulda mode.

As is, well, we can hang on here for another year. It's not like it's hurting Annabel to sleep in a crib in our room. But after that, barring some kind of miracle, we're going to have to move further away than we want, and unless I kick major ass in freelancing in the next 9-12 months, I'll be looking at going back to work at least for a time. Which doesn't have to be a disaster, because it wouldn't be forever. I'd still have time to work on the novels, after all, and I could go back to freelancing in a few years once we're through our current bottleneck of getting rid of debt and finding better housing.

Dammit. Don't wanna compromise.