We're waiting to hear on a house. I've been busy all day, so it hasn't been quite as agonizing as it might've been on another day.
There are some circumstances making the already-tough quest for a house even harder. The Gazette ran an article over the weekend stating that houses-for-sale inventory is at a record low, even for the month of January. What further exacerbates the low inventory is that people who are considering selling, are holding off because they're afraid they won't find another house to buy. Great.
And the Denver market, which is hotter than hot, and priced higher than high, is impacting the Colorado Springs market, Monument in particular, because of its close proximity, commutable distance. Another great.
We found a house we like. I think it's safe to say that Charlotte and I like it more than Doug does, but he isn't opposed to it. There are things about it I know he'll love . . . if we get it. The owners don't have to sell (do you hear another great?), so they're playing hardball with price. We know their bottom line, but made an offer that didn't meet it, just because we think they're asking too much. Again, they don't have to sell, so what are the chances of them accepting? I'd say slim. Maybe they'll counter. We'll see.
This is all the stuff I didn't want to think about today. Whatever happens, happens. The offer is in their hands, we've done what we decided to do, and now we wait. Until tomorrow most likely. Great.
In the meantime, today is Beckett's twelfth birthday. He's had an amazing week. Last Thursday he and Doug went to see Adam Sandler (with David Spade, Norm MacDonald, Rob Schneider and some other people who are regulars in AS movies, but whose names Doug and Beck didn't know). The evening included dinner in Denver, where they tried to figure out where AS and entourage might be hanging out before the show. No luck, but Beck did get a "hey buddy," from AS, so that was big.
Three of Beck's best buds came over Saturday afternoon for a sleepover/bowling excursion. For twelve-year-old boys, they did a lot of giggling. All night, all the next day . . . lots of giggles. Made my heart happy. And then on Sunday, another friend who couldn't make it Saturday night, arrived for yet another sleepover. By Monday afternoon, Beck was exhausted. And today is the actual birthday. Since it was a school day, he took cupcakes to celebrate, and tried to get out of swim practice, but we didn't relent. He's had enough birthday to last another year. I did let him pick out his dinner, which made him happy.
My boys are growing up so quickly. Too quickly, as you'll hear every parent lament. I wish time would slow down, but on the other hand, it is so gratifying to watch them grow into independent young men and see their unique personalities develop. My plight is not mine alone. None of my plights are. And being patient isn't something I struggle with alone either.
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