This morning was the home inspection at Baby Boom.  Luckily for me, it's not difficult to wake up at 5:30 a.m. when you have been up since, I don't know, around 2:30 a.m.  We were all up and running in no time.

To a locked house.  That's right.  After our 45 minute drive, we (along with our real estate agent and the home inspector) discovered that the lock box has time constraints.  So despite the seller's agent knowing we were coming at 8 a.m., the house was locked up tighter than a bug in a rug.  Right before the home inspector left to inspect homes that were OPEN, he did a termite inspection.  Which resulted in termites.  No problem.  We'll just put that stuff in the ground to get rid of them.  No, wait.  Your well has to be 50 feet from the house to use that stuff.  The well is 48 feet from the house.  Yeah, that non-chemical remedy is going to cost you twice as much.  But boy will we be green.

We finally got into the house in time for the well and septic inspection.  Oops, there is a problem with your septic and your drain field needs to be dug up.  Who said there is no such thing as karma? 

I'm just gonna go now and lie down in traffic.  With a little luck, maybe a Mack truck will run me over.  If it doesn't, I have a home inspection on Wednesday to anticipate. 

But on a lighter note, my husband did buy me this pretty little number for Mother's Day.


and it's brother, the dryer.  OK, so we got the white set because after spending all that money on a damn washer and dryer, can you really live with yourself to spring for the pretty color for $250 more? 

I know.  I should have.  Because when you are spending all that money, what's a little more?  OK, maybe not. 

So I'm just going to pretend my washer is blue.... with my mood, it's a matching set.