Not tonight, sweetheart.

Oh, I know I've been reticent in posting. I'm sorry. I've been too busy fulfilling Bucket Lists (Book of Mormon! In house seats, no less!) celebrating my 41st birthday, and keeping my children from killing each other. I really do have a couple more pictures of the house when we saw it first as a listing, but first I have to celebrate Father's Day (I have been blessed to married and procreate with the best man ever), Arlo, Lucy and Oscar's last day of school in New Jersey, Oscar's 8th birthday (holy bejubus! how did that happen? Oscar B is 8! He was a toddling bald squooshy face when we moved here!) not to mention the house inspection.

Let's all do a knock on the wood and pray to the house gods that my beloved 100-year-old house will pass inspection. I grew up in a 100-year-old house, so I wasn't daunted by it, and after seven years of living here, this house has been my hobby, not to mention my dear old dad's hobby. It's creaky, it's got a scary basement, there's not a right angle to be found, and none of the doors stay closed in the winter and they all stick in the summer.

But.

This house is built better than anything you can find in the past 40 years. Our solid oak pocket doors? All the kids woke up this morning around 5:30, came in for a smootch and a cuddle, and then went to the living room, put on a movie, closed those pocket doors. Evan and I slept on blissfully until the War of the Worlds erupted over who was going to "be" Megamind. The walls have settled into not-quite-square angles but are more solid and well-built that your average ranch. The six-levels of crown molding? The judicious use of beadboard? The amazing staircase that we were sure not to paint the finials of, since we loved the rubbed-off edges from 40 years of people pivoting of the corners of the curved staircase?

Truth be told I have turned into my mom -- I woke up at 4:40am to pee and proceeded to toss and turn for 30 minutes, gave up, and read for the next two hours. "Children of God" by Maria Doria Russel. Great intellectual sci-fi that muddles in religion.

That, and I have a total crush on Eric Ripert. Can you tell that I am writing and watching Treme?

Oh jeez, it's an old house. It's passed the test of time, so far. And as much as I have hoped to be dispassionate about the sale of our home, I can only hope that we will be remembered in the history of this house as good caretakers.