Last night was poorer quality sleep than I'm used to these days. At 12:30 there was Inexplicable Crying from Elizabeth, the kind where she isn't wailing but just low-grade crying that doesn't stop and she won't answer questions about what's wrong. I lay down with her for awhile but that didn't help either, so finally I took her up to our room. Then she stopped crying and went right to sleep, while I lay awake thinking about how my sister-in-law responded that no, she wants to jointly own the house with us AND take half the cash inheritance "for her financial stability," and she says the good news is we can get a really great deal on a home equity loan to pour money into the money pit.
You will be glad to know that Paul's comment to me was "Screw that!," but it still means continuing to deal with this. (We're going to say, "Okay, then, let's sell the house as-is, because LIKE BLELL we're going to have ANOTHER mortgage to pay off, and this one on a house SOMEONE ELSE lives in, and for repairs that will not increase the value of the house by as much as they cost.") (This will not go over well, I suspect, to someone who would even think to make such a suggestion to begin with.) (And in any case now we have to deal with real estate and Waiting For the House to Maybe Sell, and also with Prying the Sister-in-Law Out of It and so forth.) (Groan.)
So anyway I lay awake for quite awhile, thinking thoughts such as, "Oh, you'd rather do it that way, would you? Wouldn't we ALL prefer to have someone else pay half our mortgage!!" and "Don't you realize that if we decline your Awesome Plan you will need to pay RENT elsewhere, and that if you add up those years of rent payments you will get a number that EXPONENTIALLY EXCEEDS the piddling cash inheritance?" and feeling angry at the tone of her email and many of her word choices. And then I fell asleep, and at 4:30 I heard William call out. I went in, and he said he had a really bad headache, and he indicated one temple. I said "Just on one side?" and immediately started the Fret Process (have I heard Something Bad about headaches that are only on one side? or that start at night? or in children this age?). I got him up and gave him some acetaminophen, and this involved going downstairs to see if we had another box of it, but we didn't, but I was sure we did, so then I went back upstairs to root around in the upstairs bathroom some more, and then finally gave him the liquid kind and put him back to bed. And then I just stayed up, because I was wide awake and would have to get up in an hour anyway. It was a good decision: Henry called out at 5:00, saying he "NEEDA PEE!!"
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2 - Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward, who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl gifts,” ...