Well, we've made an offer on a house. We're calling it the compromise house because its the first one we saw that we were both okay with.

We should find out sometime today whether or not our offer was accepted. I hate all the waiting. My blood pressure has to be through the roof. My head swims and my stomach twists into knots when I think of all the things that need to be done between now and March 11 (which is when we close on the house we're selling). If all goes well with the offer we've made, we'll also close on the house we want to buy on March 11 (which will mean I have even more to do between now and then).

I can't wait for all this house stuff to be over with. Weeks of not being able to follow my normal routine tends to make me cranky or, should I say, extra-cranky.