Sometimes things just don’t fit.

Originally published at American Family. Please leave any comments there.

Mr. A and I just spent over an hour trying to shove our playroom couch through the doorway to the basement.  It doesn’t fit.  There is absolutely no way to make it fit.  The effort was beyond annoying.   I never liked that ugly couch anyway, so I am going to either give it to a friend who just bought her first condo or sell it.  Good riddance.

In other news, Mr. A found out today that he didn’t get an offer from the place where he interviewed in Chicago.  When we found out, I was very, very happy that the odds that we will have to move dropped considerably.  I would go into more detail about my glee, but it seems unkind to be so happy when my husband just got rejected from one of his dream jobs. 

He still has applications in at two different offices (Denver & D.C.).  We have agreed to wait until the end of May and if Mr. A doesn’t have any interviews by that time, he will withdraw his application.  We do not want to move M in the middle of her kindergarten year and selling our house in the late summer/fall would be prohibitively difficult in this market. 

I am afraid to get too hopeful about the prospect of not moving, but I am hopeful.  I will be counting down the days with my fingers crossed. 

I think Mr. A is disappointed that he didn’t get the job.  Being the fancypants that he is, he hasn’t had to deal with much rejection in his work life.  He seems to be taking it ok, though.  It isn’t like he doesn’t have other options.  There are many other firms or companies that would be happy to have him.  He just needs to be patient and find the right fit.

Walking around my little suburban town today, everything seemed so shiny and pleasant.  There is nothing like the thought of leaving to make home seem so much more appealing.