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A Letter to Her Kindergarten Teacher

Dear Mrs. L., We admit, going through this process of house buying has been much more intense than we would have liked. Yes, we are under a lot of stress, and worry constantly about the decisions we are making, and the ones that others are making that affect us. There is much talk around our house about expenses, and location, and flooring. Saoirse and her siblings have spent a LOT of time in carpet stores, in model homes, in “resell” homes. She has been witness to many of our strained conversations, a couple of which may possibly-just, you know, maybe–have been a bit, uh, louder, than you, as an expert early educator, probably would recommend. But really, it hasn’t been that bad for her. Her homework is still finished for class every day. She is still (relatively) tidy, and clothed. We still tuck her in at night, and feed her when we’re supposed to feed her, and get her to school on time. Most days, anyway. So you know, we hope–but we write this letter just in case, because, you know, you never really know–we hope that…

With Apologies to Clement C. Moore

‘Twas the night before the inspection, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring–that better not be a mouse. The linens were folded, tucked in closets with care, In desperation because the buyer soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of their own rooms danced in their heads. And Dave in his sweatshirt, and I in my cap, Were just freaking out that our house wouldn’t pass. When down in the bathroom there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter. Away to the toilet I flew like a flash, Tore open the door and cursed with some sass. The water on the floor of the half-bath–oh, no! Gave the lustre of mid-day as it spilled all below When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a flood that came pouring out up to our ears. With a little old yelp, so helpless and quick, I knew in a moment we were in some deep s—. More rapid than eagles the old towels they came, And we mopped it, and shouted, and…

Mucking the Stalls

On a fun note, David dropped Saoirse off at school today super early. We were feeling fairly proud of ourselves–we’ve been cutting it too close lately, leaving too late, hitting traffic on the way to school, and it wasn’t fair to her or her sister. So, early, they left. And then Dave was halfway to work when he got a call telling him that there wasn’t any school for kindergarten today, so could he please come back and pick up his daughter? Doh. We have squeezed two years of house prep into a week. So much paint. So much throwing out of stuff. So much stuff in bags to donate. So much STUFF. A photographer was sent today to take pictures of the rooms, and I had to ask her not to take photos of the laundry room, because that’s where I’d shoved the leftover paint cans and random pictures and the basket of laundry I hadn’t had a chance to fold because the dear Cian got up at five-dear-Lord-why-forty-five this morning. (On another note? Nothing, absolutely nothing gives me anxiety…