Dream Machine

When we booked our househunting trip, I was so excited to get a free upgrade from a full sized car to the next best thing. I pictured me looking all cool cruising the streets in a Jeep Commander- my dream car that I'll never have because we have a lot of little bodies occupying our home. Finally! I would get my chance to have one, if only for a week.

Heh.

Double Heh.

Instead, I floated around in this beauty:

Sometimes, mind you, me in the backseat and Zane solo in the front because the baby was fussy. We looked way awesomer than I had imagined.

Lemons & Lemonade

I'm completely uninspired. Seriously. If I blogged too much, you'd be as close to sleeping as I am. Which is pretty darn close, fyi. My baby woke up every hour to eat last night. Apparently stress decreases your milk supply. Who knew? Not me. (You were right, Susan. I am stressed!)

But with everything bad, comes something good. I've found that to be very true.
*We found out last month that we'd be homeless in less than a month. Yep. Perfect. Just what I wanted with a new baby! The good part? We don't have to worry about selling our house like many people in this economy do.
*We had a completely lousy realtor on our house finding trip. But completely wonderful friends to help us out.
*Zane and I both fell in love with the same house. Nothing bad about that.
*It costs more than we wanted, but we got more than we wanted. Including two different neighbors from our church! Who wudda thunk it?
*We will be living in a hotel for the weeks that we are in between houses. (shudder) But at least I won't have housework during that time. And continental breakfast is nice, too. I know, I'm reaching. It won't be great.
*I don't want to leave these wonderful friends we have here behind. It makes me sad to think about. However. Before you know it, we'll be in our gorgeous home in an area filled with people who already have welcomed us with open arms.

Life has a way of evening the score, doesn't it?