Househunting Adventures

Dear lord.  We've been running around looking at houses -- six in two days -- and I feel like I'm neglecting everything.  I'm at that point where I've had so many distractions that I really long for a time when I can sit and just focus on some. . .oh I don't know. . .grading. 

But it's been a nightmare.  Absurdist Child is full-on all the time.  He wants to run around, he wants to explore and ask questions -- and when we're trying to look at houses, it's just quite stressful for me.  I can barely hear the real estate agent's discoveries and explanations while I have to reprimand AC for basically just being himself.  All this after work when I'm tired and potentially short-tempered.  (I've mellowed recently.)   We go to the zoo tomorrow, but really I'd like to sleep.  I should sleep.  Probably right now.

The real estate agent did something I don't find to be very principled.  (Yes, I'm a stickler.  An idealist.  What can I tell you?  I teach ethics now.)  He tried to upsell us and wasted our time.  And from that I realized that this is just super-stressful on me to try to take care of AC during these outings and I also resent the missed family and relaxation time.  So we're thinking of having Absurdist Partner vet them first and then we'll bring the whole family to see the more hopeful properties.  (We've seen one after another of unworkables.)  I don't really feel great about that solution, like I'm copping out on the process, copping out on the work.  We'll see.  

Lots of work.  Lots of changes afoot.  My quarter isn't over, but we're near the end.  You know, it's slog time.  And Absurdist Child's graduation.  Craziness.  It is truly amazing how the days are long and the years are short.  I hate to end with a cliche, but end I must.