A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures
~~Alanis Morisette, Ironic
I think I may have mentioned that I found The House. The house that immediately upon entering I fell deeply in love with. The house where I felt like I had come home. The house that I just knew was for me.
I also mentioned that there were some problems with it. Loving a good challenge, I set my mind to solving them so that Mr. Barefoot would have no reason to blow my dream ship out of the water.
Falling down garage.....easy. Get a Home Rehab loan (which you can roll right into your mortgage), tear down the old and build a new. Even if we didn't want to do that we would be able to afford it (low mortgage payments rock) by spring.
New roof needed....no problem; see above.
Room for Mr. Barefoot's drums, etc....Make it a two story garage and he can have his stuff up on the second floor.
Guest quarters needed for when FIL & SMIL come from CA....the second story of the garage could also make a fabulous "in-law suite".
Storage? I got that covered in spades...I have whole notebooks devoted to magazine clippings regarding DIY projects, and I love to do it.
Third bedroom.....ummmm. Basement? Nah, the ceilings are too low, and there is a scary "Amityville House" thing going on with the foundation. Solid, but spooky looking. Rearrange some walls? Not gonna happen without completely restructuring the roof and destroying much of the home's charm. Addition? Same problem. Convert the upstairs bath back into a bedroom and only have the downstairs bath? Possible, but the downstairs bath is so small I can sit on the toilet and soak my feet in the tub at the same time (not kidding), and there isn't really room to make it bigger. Besides, with three females in the house (not that I spend much time in the bathroom, but Big Sprout IS getting up towards the teen years), Mr. Barefoot isn't really excited about the idea of only one bathroom. Have the Sprouts share a room? Well, the rooms are pretty small to start with, and Big Sprout is 9. Would she really want to share with her baby sister who isn't even 2 yet? I really don't think so. Ummmm....Ummmm....Ummmm.....
I don't think it is going to work.
Needless to say, I am brokenhearted. This house is so perfect in every way. Perfect price, perfect style, perfect potential. It just has this itty bitty problem.
My family won't fit.
So I am forced to take desperate measures...Anyone wanna buy a Sprout? I will let you have one cheap, but there is a "no return" policy, just like the one I got suckered into when I took them home. They are both healthy and strong, so I am sure you can get many years of good use out of them. Take your pick of which one you would like, as I am finding it difficult to decide which to get rid of.