When is too much really too much?

As many of you know we are hanging out in limbo land as we wait for our much anticipated BAR results. Waiting for 4 months is very exhausting. I'm a SURE that Larry will pass, but potential higher paying Law Offices don't take my word for it. (go figure) However for the time being Larry is working for a "country lawyer" (the bosses words, not mine) in Terrell TX. He's working for about $20,000 less than he should be getting once we receive notification about the BAR. Until the huge beef up in our salary we still struggle to make ends meet with student loans kicking in, raising 3 kids (not cheap), no insurance (for Larry and I...yes we haven't cleaned our teeth in over 3 years...totally gross I know!) and living in an itty bitty apartment.

To keep my mind preoccupied I have been surfing the web and looking at homes to rent or buy online in all the different cities that we apply to county jobs in. (yes Larry would love to be a county DA or something in that field...a trial lawyer.) I've become addicted to http://www.realtor.com/, my sister even found a house she purchased in San Antonio on there! A lot of people have tons of pictures of their houses posted on there and it shows you tons of details, like square footage, local schools, etc. I dream of having 3 bedrooms, a garage, a backyard. If you haven't checked it out I totally recommend it. Just to prove that I search through this website way too much, Sydney has begun to ask to look at it too. What can I say? Like mother, like daughter.

Oh and since I'm airing out all of my dirty laundry I might as well fess up to looking at tons of used cars on local dealerships websites. After squishing in the larger car seat for Ben (yes he is now officially over 20 pounds at 8 months) with Sydney and Emma's booster on either side of it...it has become apparent that a "mom" van is now necessary! I can't believe I have finally converted over to the mini-van. I vowed I never would. Oh well, another promise broken! The thought of being able to open the side doors without worrying if I can squeeze the door open far enough to launch Ben into the middle seat is exhilarating! Funny the things that get moms all HOT and GIDDY! (hint, hint Lar) I also would now like to apologize to all the cars that park next to me. I'm the lady that puts a little bit of my door paint on the side of your car...Buick's car doors are HUGE and HEAVY. What can I say...don't shove your huge SUV in compact car parking spots and then we both would be happy! =)

BUT until the BAR results or a spontaneous hit of lady luck I'll have to make due with what I got. I suppose using the stove top as a cutting board and hearing the crunch of car seat plastic every time I shut the car door will have to continue while we sit in limbo land. It can't be much longer, RIGHT?!?!?