What’s That?

Look! What’s that? Is that what I think it might be? Yep, it just might be the light at the end of the tunnel. There is a strong possibility we might get to move into our new house next week-end. I’m not holding my breath as we are still negotiating the details with the current owners and then there are the details of signing the lease, getting the keys, scheduling the delivery of our furniture and stuff, and getting the utilities changed over and everything else too.

Even so, the thought is certainly sweet. We’ll get to live in a real house again. Our kids will be in their own rooms again instead of arguing—ahem, I mean—sleeping in the same bed. We’ll even get to sleep in our own bed! We’ll be able to do laundry without having to scrounge quarters out of the cars’ cup holders. And, best of all, we’ll be able to rescue our dog from Grandma’s. LOL! We know she’s being well-cared -for and she is safe; we just miss her a lot. I’ve already told my kids that “I call dibs on Miffy!” I know that won’t work though. They are already conniving a way to get to pet her before anyone else can but it’s worth a try anyway.