The Hunt Begins

You may or may not already know that our house is for sale. We NEED more room. Not more space, for our junk, but more room, for 6 people. Enough closets to hold 6 peoples' worth of clothes. Enough bathrooms for 6 people to shower and shit comfortably. Enough kitchen and table space to adequately feed 6 people. And a mother fucking play room. Is that too much to ask? I SOOOO want a play room where I can let the kids play, make a giant contained mess, and then shut the light off at bedtime and let myself forget the shit hole that the playroom is; to close the door on the cesspool of toys and run away Cheerios. To forget it ever existed until the next day. Wouldn't that be lovely? To not have to step on Legos, dodge giant climbing toys, re stack blocks and cups, replace dolls and play kitchen food, constantly change light bulbs because the same two lamps get knocked over daily? It sounds HEAVENLY!!!! Bookcases, toy chests, organizational racks, a piece of shit TV with a couple of beanbag or anywhere chairs, wall sections with chalkboard paint, magnetic paint, laminated pictures of family and friends and animals and letters. The perfect place for my kids to hang out and play together and have everything at their fingertips so that they'll leave me and my house alone. Oh my God, wait... that's not a playroom. I'll be running a fucking preschool in my house. PUKE.

Speaking of preschool, I was talking to the Early Intervention Behavioral Specialist today and she mentioned preschool for Gwen. It never occurred to me that we might have to get on a waiting list for preschool. It never occurred to me that I should look into it before just shoving Gwen into school at some point. Really, I just am waiting for her to potty train before I ship her out. And I really am not looking forward to bundling everyone up, buckling everyone up, dropping off Gwen, coming home with the trio, unbuckling everyone, getting them in the house, unbundling them, having a cup of coffee, bundling everyone up, buckling everyone up, picking up Gwen, coming home, unbuckling everyone, getting back into the house, and unbundling everyone again. Lazy? Definitely. But still a ridiculous amount of work. I don't really want to think about it anymore. :P But in doing some research I found a great website that rates schools, GreatSchools.org. This will help with our search for a home since it goes over every aspect of every single school in NH. And anywhere else, for that matter. But we're not moving to Wisconsin, so only NH schools need apply. For instance, I discovered that Pembroke Academy, the high school where the kids would go to school if we were to stay here, or in the nearest towns, is rated 8 out of 10. One of the best high schools in the state. I almost died!! So that was a nice surprise. Even if we ended up staying here, I can feel confident that while the kids will not have the best elementary foundation, they can catch up in high school.

Eh. I guess all that was pretty boring. Sorry. I have been trying to come up with shit to blog about but I'm just too fucking boring. All in all nothing is really going on. Boring. I know it. I'm even watching American Idol, which I don't even like, because I'm so bored with my life. So maybe the stress of buying a house and having to move will be good for my psyche. Maybe??? Somewhere deep down??? Subconsciously?? LMAO!!! Yeah, right.

TTFN,