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Ooooh yeah… now its ON! (sidebar: I still can’t say that phrase without thinking of the original Macho Man, Randy Savage screaming “Snap into a Slim Jim!” at me over the television)

Since we’re taking the “Wheel Of ‘Where will we Live’” game public, I have only one thing to say to my esteemed colleague from the other side of our bed: Bring it on, girl! I can already hear all those stay-at-home moms who frequent this blog roaring “Girl, its already been BROUGHT!” under their breath in numbers too big to ignore.

So I’m an optimist apparently, the yin to Bec’s yang, the sugar to her lemons, the Corona to her lime slices. It’s been one of those “one day we’ll afford one of those for ourselves” kind of dreams of mine to get out of the two bedroom townhouse and into a single family house.

Due to a general lack of interest and self-initiative (combined with my MASSIVE intellect) I learned very few things in high school. One thing that stuck, though, was overheard as I walked past the doorway to a Home Ec class: “A general rule of thumb: when the number of family members doubles the number of available bedrooms, you’re asking for trouble.” Now, here I stand, staring at Bec’s biological clock as it ticks down past 0:02, like a bomb counting down while the hero tries to figure out whether to cut the blue or red wire. These things need to be considered!

Its commonly accepted that here in Northern Virginia, real estate agents are the kings of the world and home buyers have been out of their freaking minds for the better part of the last decade. The home-buying pace of the last 8 years has approached the frenzy of the final night of mardis-gras, minus the bead-throwing and bra dropping.

Thanks to everyone else’s drunken orgy of buying on credit & mortgaging their grandkid’s lunch money away, it’s been easy to feel a lock-out affect in the housing market. The hangover of the last several months though has brought prices out of the stratosphere, and its now tantalizingly close to nearly being feasible to afford one.

Don’t get me wrong, I love our townhouse and I’m incredibly proud of what Bec and I have done with it (we even have a whole freaking gallery dedicated, for crying out loud). And Maddy’s helped, with her frequent cheerio and goldfish deposits. So, we have a lot of investment here, both emotional and financial. This is our first house, and to see it become what it has from what it was, it’s not unlike watching Maddy grow each day with pride.

Unfortunately, until they get past that whole “can’t fit more than one thing into the same given space”, we’re not growing any new bedrooms soon for any future expansions. Seems the kid-making part is easier than the room-making part. More fun too, or so I’ve been told.

These are the thoughts, twisted as they may be, that go through my head when I think of our housing situation. Bec’s not ready to be done growing our family, and I’m not personally opposed to it. Simply put, there exist a few obstacles to that happening, and our housing arrangement happens to be one of them. And, besides, this new high definition, 37 inch television with 1080 progressive resolution that Bec got me for christmas just makes this place seem… small. Can’t we just consider this another upgrade for the TV?