Belly Up

We toured three houses on Saturday, and the first two were eliminated immediately. The third house, well, I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s not perfect, but it’s pretty goddamned close. The exterior and lot are 100% of what we want. The interior is about 60%. It’s on three levels, which isn’t nearly as fancy as it sounds; the house is built into a hill. The problem with a three-level home is that with a toddler, stairs are an accident waiting to happen. Hell, with my clumsy ass, stairs are an accident waiting to happen. Our biggest beef with the place is the upstairs bathroom: there is no tub, just a shower. Those suck because they’re always too small, but more importantly, we can’t give the baby a bath there. We’d have to carry her downstairs and use our bathroom, then carry her slick self back up the stairs to dry and dress her. Can you see disastrous results of this exercise? Yeah. I can barely hold her when she’s got a fresh coat of lotion or sunscreen, much less when she’s wet from a bath.

Here’s the little fantasy I cooked up: maybe the house will languish on the market for a while, then the sellers will be more willing to negotiate the price down enough to allow us to have the bathroom redone. Of course, the stair issue remains, but the house is so so so close to what we want. This whole process reminds me a little too much of dating: you just never know when compromising is the adult thing to do or when you’re settling like a dumbass.

So, we’re going to keep looking until we decide that this is indeed the house we want, or something better comes along. Just like dating.

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