For the past few weeks, I've been attempting to get my finances (read: credit) on the right track in order to qualify for a decent mortgage. We know the city we want (Park Ridge); it's also a matter of finding a property in the price range I've set up. Thankfully, there are a few that look good and are fairly centrally located (close to school and the Blue Line-with gas as high as it's been, I plan on commuting at least half the work week). I've begun work with a recommended mortgage broker and hopefully will have a plan of action in place this week. I hope to be in some new digs come mid July, in order to meet the residency requirement needed to enroll The Boy in school. If need be, I'm told that as long as I have the contracts signed for the condo, I can legally use Mom's address as temporary residence at the time of school registration. Whew.
My ex-wife has seemingly turned the past 5-6 years of "friendly civility" on its head, resorting to the same immaturity that colored the first few years after the divorce. She seems to be punishing The Boy for his decision to come live with me and continues to make veiled threats if things concerning his schooling and living arrangements are not done to her liking. While we initially agreed to a one year trial in regards to The Boy's living arrangements, I've started to think that I'll need to file for full custody sooner than that. Throughout all this, I can't help but think of all the times no one looked at my son's schoolwork because my ex was too "wiped out" (from cutting hair), and had enough on her plate with her younger daughter. Virtually any suggestion I made was met with "I don't need you to tell me how to parent my children". Okay...
D.'s been in town since early last week and in the midst of all the back and forth to see family (scattered all over, from Chicago to Elburn to Winfield to New Lenox), we've managed to use our time rather...creatively. In addition to seeing me onstage for the first time in over 10 years, D. and I spent some time with her siblings in Lincoln Square (no, the irony was not lost on me, especially considering the proximity) this past weekend. While stuck here at work today, she's in Elburn for her sister's baby shower. Talking about the shower itself, in addition to her brother's newborn son, we realized there's a little bit of "baby fever" in the air. We'd certainly want to plan for a baby very carefully (2-3 years minimum), and I love knowing that I can potentially conceive with someone I know shares the same values I do. She is an amazing mother and I very much look forward to taking that journey with her.
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