Busy day. Buyer accepted our conditions for the sale of our property and we made an offer on the house we all liked (yes it has a pool but it’s not that house; we found another one that fit us a little better and is a little bigger) and while we gave him until Monday to accept, we had his answer (an enthusiastic yes) by the time we went to get the kids from school.

He wants a closing date “as soon as possible” but didn’t press for specifics, and I’m guessing that’s because he doesn’t want to screw this up. If inspections can be arranged soon, we can definitely close in under 30. The kids have been told this weekend their butts are mine; they’re going to help to go through things and toss out the crap no one uses or wants anymore.

Tonight, though, I played chauffeur for Alex and Char went along for the ride. I have to give Alex credit; the girl is friendly and didn’t seem embarrassed to be hauled around by his parents. He didn’t seem embarrassed, either, and didn’t shut us out of their conversation on the ride to the theater (I probably did at his age.) Char and I went out to dinner while they were at the movie and we spent a little time wandering around a furniture store but she hit her physical limit early so we waited in the car until Alex called to be picked up.

There’s another benefit to moving. In the future I can drop him off and go home instead of having to find things to do.

He had a good time, I think she did too, and I have to give the kid props for not being shy when he walked her to the front door. I’m not sure I give Char props, because when she thought he was a little too not-shy, she honked the horn.

This, though, this is why we started letting kids drive at 16. Having to haul their asses around any longer would just be a pain in ours.