Confession Friday: I Have a Planning Problem

In the last several weeks, we’ve been browsing house after house after house looking for OUR house. From hundreds of houses online to dozens of showings, we’ve/I’ve spent countless hours looking for just the right house.

Several times in the last few weeks, we’ve even thought to ourselves is this our home? And truly meant it. So we plan. We plan what we would need to do to it to make it ours and often…it’s too much.

Well, we’d have to knock out that wall.

We’d want to add on an entire section to make that room fit for a grown adult and not a gnome.

We should refinish those kitchen cabinets.

We need to remodel the entire kitchen.

Why don’t we just MAKE that room part of the kitchen?

That bathroom needs a nice tub.

I veto the claustrophobic shower.

We need wood trim throughout the house.

Oh dear God! Why would they paint that beautiful trim?

The list of random suburban home planning goes on. We realized that none of those houses were our house. We need a mix of old house bones and charm wirh modern conveniences like air conditioning for hot Chicago summers and a large kitchen for all the parties I can’t wait to host.

I also plan for parties. How we would decorate for Halloween and Christmas. Because I want to host Christmas. And you already know how I feel about Halloween.

The other day, Brian tried to rein in my Christmas tree problem by telling me that we couldn’t get a new tree if we end up with vaulted ceilings…which is ridiculous because I’ve already planned for the giant ass Christmas tree I’m going to put in whatever giant ass room I can.

So I have a planning problem. Because right now, I’m sitting here with a notebook and a pen…writing a list…drawing diagrams…planning.

For a house we haven’t bought.

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Comments

  1. Don’t worry Chrissy when the right one comes along you and Brian will know it in a heart beat. It’s a feeling you get when you walk in the front door, and no matter what has to be done it will be the one for you. Have patience. :o)

  2. I understand Al Capone’s former residence might be up for sale. FDR got his bullet proof limousine. Just don’t start digging up the basement floor if you buy it. Never know what you might find.

  3. Nothing wron with planning ahead!

  4. You’ll know it’s the right one when you see it. It’s a feeling. We had it when we entered our apartment in NYC. Been there ever since. And we still squeeze in a Christmas tree!

  5. Planning is the most fun a girl can have with her clothes on. Well, almost. I’m right there with you… I lurve planning pretty much everything.

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