There is a "For Sale" sign in my yard

As of today, purchase our house is on the market. The sign went up this afternoon. Someone is already coming to view it tomorrow.
I suppose I should finish staining and sealing the kitchen cabinets.
I really meant to last night, nurse but by the time I got Claire down to bed and curled up on the couch to read Anna some books, neuropathist the nap monsters that live in the couch got us both. Before we knew it, it was 12:30 and Claire was up.
Claire has not been sleeping lately. What is it that makes babies who’ve slept through the night since they were 5 mo. old suddenly decide that they can NOT sleep unless they are right up against you?
Words Claire can say:
Uh oh
Ducky
Woof! Woof!
Kitty
Meow
Elmo
Want bottle mo-mo
Daddy
Baby

Do you see “mommy” anywhere on that list? Me neither. I recall her saying it months ago, but lately she has decided that all parents are summoned by yelling “Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy!” until someone responds. I was greeted at the door after work tonight with an enthusiastic “Daddy!” Every time I correct her and say “Mommy” she replies with Daddy.
So for now, Claire has two daddies.

The sales agreement is all signed off for the purchase of the new house. Our complicated mortgage juggling paperwork is being processed, and some of it is complete. We’ve started getting estimates from movers. It’s starting to feel like we might actually do this house thing. Which is good, because if it doesn’t happen soon I’m going to implode from the anticipation.

I was dealing with the anticipation by knitting, but Easter is sneaking up on us. I’ve finished gathering pleats for two bishop dresses and am ready to smock. When I mention the crafty bits I get up to, a common response is, “Where do you get the time?” The answer can be found in the fact that I don’t think I’ve watched television in roughly two years. I listen to it, but always with some sort of hand work in progress. I think most people would be amazed if they realize a) how much time the television eats from their life and b) how little you actually have to look at the screen to follow most television programs.

Urine big trouble

The good news: Anna has not worn a diaper in 17 days.

The bad news: Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get pee out of a reclining sofa?

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It’s been a busy weekend at Chez Unreserved, malady soon to be the house formerly known as Chez Unreserved if all goes as planned. Which almost wasn’t the plan yesterday. Oh this whole house offering nonsense is nerve-wracking. It isn’t over yet, but as of today it’s one step closer (good news). Unfortunately we’re going to be owning two houses (hence two mortgages) for a time (bad news). I am praying to the housing gods (metaphorically – although a coworker did query me once as to the heathenistic idol worship practices endemic in Catholicism) and perhaps sacrificing a goat*. We put laminate flooring in the dining room all day Saturday. I’m happy to say the girls let us do that and for the most part played peacefully in the living room while we worked. The kitchen inches along, and the house will be listed ASAP whether it has cabinet doors in the kitchen or not. I will simply tell people to imagine the cabinets all nice and glossy and shiny and door covered.

I’m biting my cuticles down to bloody nubs. Bloody, caulk covered, paint stained, sand papered nubs.

*No goats were harmed in the listing of this house. Yet.