Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Once Upon A Time...

...so you may have noticed that the number of "what the frick this house is killing me" posts have decreased substantially. Now, the number of "what the frick the GRE is killing me" posts have increased exponentially. I know what you're thinking- hey, the crazy is starting to make sense. But that's not necessarily a correlation.

No, really, I'm just crazy about two different things.

The main reason is that we rented the house at the beginning of summer. I was so not cool with that. Really, really not. Those were MY countertops and MY house and ALL Y'ALLS NEED TO JUST STEP OFF. However, we ended up with the best family in the world. Independently wealthy, clean, short-term tenants. Dear God, I wanted them to be my new parents.

The last couple of months, gradually, I've gotten used to someone else being in that house. The (sometimes visceral) pain has kind of faded. I no longer freak out about certain things. Things are good.

But now they're leaving. And we need to find someone else. And I don't like this. AT ALL.

Again with the not sharing.

When one prospective renter asked what we were interested in, I really wanted to say, "Nice millionaires with adorable three-year-olds who need a babysitter? Is that you?"


mickey said...

I love your blog!!! Yes I understand your Mom is not in the habit of handing out homes in the North Shore.....we had that talk:)

rockford said...

This does not, in fact, get any easier...I thought the second one would be, oh, more like a business deal, but as I was a mess of tears last night while trying to copy the papers for today's meeting, I'm guessing that I am not getting better at this...it is Grandpa's house and he should be living there, NOT someone else (if only Fox Point and the insurance company agreed with me, all would be well....)