1. The House (Sale). We've countered about four times with our buyers, which totally exasperated my "let's settle this now" husband. We gave them a "take it or leave it" (quite reasonable) final offer Friday and told them to take the weekend to think about it, since their realtor pulled the old "there are lots of houses out there" line. Well, if there are lots of houses, go bid on those, and don't bother us with unrealistically low offers.
2. The House (Purchase). We spent Friday looking at all six houses (again) that are for sale in our price range in our future Small Town. It's not like looking at homes in the Big City. You just can't be that picky, I'm gathering. The biggest problem we are running into is that there are not enough four bedroom homes. I would consider putting all four girls in one room, but there's that whole closet space issue. Not to mention the fact that Allie-14 is often up several hours later than the little girls
There are two houses that would be suitable, so that is encouraging. Neither one just makes me jump up and down and say, "This is perfect!" However, perfection is not always such a good goal. And (this would be a good blog topic) I feel much more comfortable in a house that is "a work in progress," anyway. So I have that going for me.
3. Tessa. We were so busy doing other things last week that we didn't notice that Tessa (our 8 month old kitten) was awfully quiet. She'd had a bit of kitty-pink-eye, which I'd been keeping an eye on, but other than that, she was always such a docile little thing, sleeping under the sofa or hiding under the bed, we didn't think anything was amiss.
But Friday when Allie said she thought Tessa was acting weird and that that she ran into the wall, I decided I'd better take her to the vet. After our day of househunting, we got home to find her very ill-looking, and Dennis witnessed her having a full-blown seizure. Two seizures later (including one in the vet's office) we knew Tessa needed to go to kitty-heaven. The vet thinks she had Feline Infectious Peritonitis. Looking at the description, we realize her "laid back" personality was probably because she was sick from the time we got her at Christmas, and it just progressively got worse.
Poor Libby-10. Tessa was her Christmas present, and she is so sad. First Buster, our beloved yellow lab, died last year, and now her little kitty. We disinfected all the food dishes and places where Tessa liked to hide (the virus can live up to SEVEN WEEKS on inanimate objects!) to protect Jack, our useless, old and mean -- but nonetheless part of the family -- other cat. You don't realize how attached you are until you think you might lose them.
To get our minds off the sad turn of the week (and because it was a gorgeously sunny 78 degrees), we spent Saturday at Six Flags with the kids. Yesterday was spent with my side of the family for Easter, during which Libby took way too many liberties with the camera. I'll have to see if there's a picture or two to share that doesn't focus on nostril hairs.
But more on that tomorrow.