#200 (Take 2)

Four posts ago, I posted what I thought was my 200th post.  Turns out, I had 4 saved drafts that Blogger was counting as posts, so today's post is really #200.  I thought about writing something deep and insightful for my 200th post, something profound about my life as the single mom of an 8 month old.  But then my thought process was interrupted by a teething baby with a cold who woke up to cry inconsolably for 45 minutes before finally falling back to sleep, and now I'm tired, hot, sweaty and covered with someone else's snot.

So instead of a contemplative post, all I have the energy for is a post about my latest news:  I've decided to move.  After all that work I did on my condo last year to make it ready for baby, it's just not big enough.  There's no way I can sell in this market, and I can't rent it for what I pay on my mortgage every month, so I was pretty sure I was stuck.  Until I had the (very belated) brilliant idea that I could rent out my place for the same amount that I could rent a decent house for.  Last week I contacted my relator friend to ask her if this was even a possibility, and today we went to look at houses!

The first house was one I was already in love with after looking at it online, and when I walked in, I knew it was perfect.  An open floor plan, bright and sunny with lots of storage space, a tiny yard and a huge porch off the master bedroom.  Which means, of course, that when we called the listing agent she said, "Oh, we already have two very qualified applicants, so sorry."

The other place we looked at was horrible, and we couldn't look at the third place I wanted to see.  I've spent the past hour looking online at homes to rent, and while there are plenty out there, I don't really like any of them, but there are a few for sale that I love.  Stupid economy.

I have picked out a few houses I might want to look at next weekend, and I'm hoping there will be some new places listed this week. I've also spent a lot of time the past week decluttering as much as possible, getting my place ready for showing.  My relator thinks I could have the place rented out within the next 30-45 days.  Let's hope I find somewhere to live before then!

A part of me wonders if I'm crazy, adding more stress and work to my life.  But I really think this is something I have to do, especially since I'm planning on TTC #2 this year.

Because despite the crying and the snot and the exhaustion, it's all worth it.

ETA:  I just talked to my sister.  She told me that in his prayers tonight, my nephew D asked, "Please send Aunt Shannon a big house with plenty of good food."  I love that boy.