Hoosier Dad

October 15, 2008

The Talk

Filed under: Rant,Wife — molokopluss @ 5:47 pm
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Things had been going along really well last night – until she decided we needed to talk.   And not just any talk, but a no prior warning sneak attack sit-in-front-of-the-TV-to-force-me-to-pay-attention-to-her talk.  

Why do they do that?  

Does she not think it’s going to piss me off?   We have a DVR, so all she had to do is ask me to pause it or wait for a commerical. 

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Of course she is complaining about me.  

Evidently, I haven’t been pulling my weight with Junior and around the household.   I admit that she does more than I do with him, but only because she is breast feeding him.   She is also more in tune with what she needs to take to the sitter everyday.   Because of our weird schedules and commutes we have a strange AM routine that (somehow) completely takes me out of baby prep in the mornings.   She wants to “figure this out”.  I tell her I do what I can in the number of hours in a day, and if she had any suggestions.   “No, but you know I do more!”   

Yes, Dear.        

So her big interruptive speech boiled down to her asking me to help more, but not really have any ideas of how I can do that.   I tell her that unless she has a specific example there is little I can do to help, because I feel like I am doing what I can.   Her response:  “Don’t be an asshole, just help me out here.”

All that is left to do is change the subject.  I make the look-around-the-wife-at-the-tv move and she pops up and storms out of the room.

Thank you for wasting my time.


October 10, 2008

This Old House

Filed under: Junior,This Old House,Wife — molokopluss @ 2:09 pm
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The Wife and I are in the process of selling our house.   With the arrival of Junior we have found our 1000 sq/ft house a bit cramped.   It has the feel of a prarie dog village.. crawling from cramped room to cramped room over the ever growing mountains of baby implements.   This house was fine for the two of us, but now we need to expand and to do so we need more space.   

Our house has been on the market now for about a month and NOT ONE PERSON HAS BEEN TO SEE IT.   We blame it on the economy and the general panic regarding anything to do with real estate or loans.  We did price is about 2% higher than market value so when we sell we can do so right at market.     

We are suffering from the financial down turn, that is for sure. 

Normally, houses in our neighborhood sell in a few months, tops.  Sometimes the sign never make it up in the front yard.    So, the fact that we haven’t had one bite yet is telling if not worrisome.

Another possible factor?   Rednecks and urban trash.   Our neighborhood has went to shit lately.   When we moved in abck in 2002 it was an older established neighborhood filled with elderly and retired folks.   Quiet street with well maintained lawns.  As these orignal owners moved, a younger crowd moved in.    By young I do not mean the hip young crowd (which we are part of, of course) but the redneck park-the-truck-in-the-front-yard crew.    The type that actually DO tell their kids to go play in the street until dark.   

Anyways, last night we had our first nibble.   The Wife ran home and got the place presentable before they came.   I made it home about 20 minutes before the realtor was to arrive and show it.   While the Wife was nursing Junior I made a quick swoop down the street to get most of the junk out of sight.   I’ll be damned if the first thing people see is a junky ass neighborhood!

We made it out and went to the grocery for an hour and grabbed dinner.   We sat eating our nachos and burritos staring at each other, wondering what these people thought of our place and if we’d get an offer on it.  

We are anxiously waiting to hear from the realtor today.  Nobody gets an offer from the first people who see it, right?      It will be fine if we don’t get an offer.   Part of me is hesitant to move.   But it would make my day if we did.

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