Getting the Hell out of Here: Part One

 "Let me 'splain...No, there is too much. Let me sum up. Buttercup is marry' Humperdinck in a little less than half an hour. So all we have to do is get in, break up the wedding, steal the princess, make our escape... after I kill Count Rugen."

As promised in my post about our plan to get out of our starter home and into our dream house, here is a more detailed examination of our super-awesome plan.

Admitting we have a problem

Frankly, this part wasn't hard. Our infant son, Babydactyl, doesn't even have a bedroom of his own. No big deal for now because we're breastfeedin', co-sleepin' hippies, but this is only going to be sustainable for so long. He makes up for his intrusion into our bedroom by not taking up any bathroom time, which is good, because there are three of us sharing one. Our dog, Ella, got way bigger than we expected her to, and truth be told, we probably shouldn't have gotten her in the first place, but sometimes love trumps logic and she is ours and we love her so there. And we do have a nice, fenced-in backyard for her. 

Anyway—I digress. I do that when I sense I've just said something for which I may be harshly judged. It's a problem.

So several weeks ago, or like, a month, or something, I cornered Husband and informed him that I think we should buckle down, hardcore, and formulate a plan that will help us get out of our little house and on with our lives by next spring. We talked about all the things that need to be done—paying off the remaining credit card debt, finishing up projects and necessary repairs, uncluttering, staging, etc. Our house is cute, but it's not going to be an easy sell in a buyer's market. 

So that's step one, in a nutshell. Committing to the plan was a major milestone, but it was the right one, and now we're on our way.