Love Hate

I love/hate my house. It is so hard. On one hand it is charming as hell with its Victorian edges and historical energy. But, let's be really, it is a hole. And sometimes I picture it through my mom's eyes, and I want to barf. It had gotten both better and worse. We decorated ok, and we had a plan to switch the rooms around. But the bathroom has a strange smell, and I can't get over that. The trash can in the mud room makes that room smell too, so folding laundry makes me nauseated. I can't find enough places for my kitchen stuff. We run out of hot water. There are no outlets in the kitchen (just 1 for my juice/blenders). The kids peel the wallpaper. I get cold. There is only one bathroom. The water heater is in the bathroom.

But it is next to the school. We love our sweet neighbors -- especially Maple. We have at least a little yard. The street is quiet. The windows are bigger. I could get more shelves and cupboards. I could organize better. The new kids room would be awesome.

But that smell in the bathroom. It's like cat pee meets mold. I can't handle it. Tim doesn't smell it. But it is like my worst nightmare. It tops all! I hate it.

So, we are looking for something new. : )

But I love it. It's not really the house's fault that it rains a lot here, and so I suddenly don't have a place to play with the kids. Too small.  I'm used to Utah's big giant houses with plenty of places to play on a rainy day. But I hated those big houses and everything they stood for. See .... love/hate. I hate rain. Maybe that is the whole problem.