"I feel like I killed your cat"

That's what my dh said to me this morning after a brief but deep discussion on the House That Most Likely Would Not Be Ours. You make me laugh, dear. I love you.

He brought up some very valid points, not the least of which was that house prices are PLUMMETING around here. Some $5,000 in the last 30 days on average. That means if we buy House A, and don't sell ours quickly, the difference in prices will be too great.

Totally understandable. Yes, but my cat is still dead, LOL. I do have the strange feeling that God is preparing me for something MORE, although after all these years I'm finding it increasingly hard to be patient. God's tactic lately has been to pour on more difficult things, not better/happier/nicer ones, so it's hard to get my hopes up that pretty birdies will soon be tweeting joyfully around my head. ;-)

Also, if we aren't going to move now, or in the very near future, *something* has got to give. I try and try and try to work on increasing virtue with the children and nothing helps. I won't give the laundry list of things but we are all just stressed from each other and the associated problems. I can't live like this anymore. I just wish I knew WHAT to change. I think of things (some new furniture so we all have a place to sit in the living room, for example) and then I can think of 1,001 reasons why I shouldn't do that. Oh well.

I'm off to measure our house. I looked on Zillow and it's said our house was several hundred square feet smaller than I thought it was. If that is true, it's no wonder we want to throttle each other on a regular basis, LOL.

I hope all my readers have a wonderful, restful weekend.