Moving: Living Well Within Our Means

This morning I looked at a house. Tomorrow morning Mr. G. will tour the very same house. We will likely make an offer on it. I might pee the bed tonight, and I’m not kidding. This is our third house. It’s a big house, it’s a dramatic house, and it’s a great family house, but it’s not my dream house. The night before we moved here I almost wet the bed. I was 35. My daughter was born during the first week of November in 1998. When she and I …