The joys of buying a house have rapidly being tempered by the deed of actually looking for one. And, with our location so far away from where we currently live, a fair amount of travel is involved in getting to and from our happy house-hunting-ground. Now that’s doable for the husband and I, but factor the infant into the equation, and we suddenly have ourselves a little storm front on the horizon.
I mean, getting in and out of a car 15 odd times in one day isn’t fun for anyone, but when you consider you are also subjecting a 13 month old to the same, dragging him to and from his car seat, sometimes within 10 minute intervals, you can see why he eventually went into meltdown mode. I too had reached my limit by the day’s end, after traipsing in and out of five homes, and, mostly, not liking what we saw. Plus there is the killing time between each open house, trying to feed your child (who is still on his self imposed diet) and attempting someway, somewhere to get him to get some – ANY – sleep! And that is after he has failed to sleep soundly the night before, making us all tired before the first house has even been viewed… A formula for a meltdown if ever there was one!
Thankfully there was some sanity in the shape of “Pappy” being on board for the hunt for our new home. He did everything in his power to prevent Harrison from launching into tantrum mode, alleviating all our stresses a great degree. And I am sure, had it been humanly possible, he’d have taken on Harrison’s teething too, just to ease all our discomfort.