Hello, sad, neglected blog. I haven't forgotten about you, I promise. Once we sell a house, I will have more time to think and perhaps write some of those thoughts down without having them turn out to be just one, long, endless collection of expletives. (Unless that has become my language now, which is entirely possible.)
We have been spending every spare minute, fixing, repairing, painting and prettifying the old house in order to get this albatross off from around our necks and get it on the market. Each day after work, we both go over there and do three or four or more hours of back breaking work while the kids sit in a corner of a house with no furniture and do their homework. It's terrible for us, but it's horrible for them.
I realized the other day that, with the exception of two closets and one wall in the kitchen, I have put at least one coat of paint on each and every wall and most of the floors in the entire house over the last six months. And those three things I didn't paint? Someone else did. If fresh paint could increase the value of a house (and most realtors act as though it does), that house would be worth One Million Dollars. I'd give you a more in depth update than that, but I don't want to jinx it.
Today, we sent The Shortlings on an Easter Egg Hunt around the new property.
Some took the search more seriously than others.
And those some, accordingly, found more eggs.
A few eggs were lost to the elements.
Why the squirrels work so hard to get inside the egg and then do not eat the candy, I shall never know.
There were about ninety or so eggs (because for some reason, I had about a hundred and fifty plastic eggs in a bin in the attic when we moved). The KingofHearts explained to the girls that there were a lot of eggs and one "Special Golden Egg" with $50 inside, so they'd better look closely.
They searched with all their might, but never found the golden egg. Finally, they decided to have breakfast and then return to look again after being buoyed up by calories, but before they went out for the return search, The Dormouse decided to ask the One True Question:
"Is there really a Golden Egg with $50?"
KoH: "Nah, I just made that up."
KoH: "Yup. EASTER FOOLS!!!"
Dormouse: "THAT IS NOT A THING!" *stomps away*
She's going to look back fondly on her years with us, isn't she?
This one, on the other hand, will probably invent a cult of her own and have a billion followers.
So Happy Easter from the Underland Crew. Don't bother looking for eggs. Unless you got a chicken to lay them for you.